my universe

green and white
velvet sculptures
fade discretely
in the morning sun

silver dust
sprinkles soft
on mahogany
while swollen fingers
embrace the slender needle
and play a silent song of silk

the embroidery sings
in tranquil tones
of earth and sky

I sit barefoot
in the picture
dig my splendid hands
in the gentle browns
like a gardener
in a tropical oasis

I patiently create
my universe
the eternal stitches
a small immortal gesture
not to be forgotten
like a tender lullaby
and a kiss

I.B. Iskov