By Audrey Alma Meyer

Our roof top has proven

To be this sunny spot

Of heaven.

Breathing in the scene-

The clear, bluish sky,

The lush vegetation around.

I settle into a chair,

Ready for some time off.

Our celestial star shines,

Sending oblique noon rays.

Bathed in this winter light, eyes closed,

I can finally pause.

Soft closed eyelids

Turn toward

Today’s majestic sun-

January 1st.

Instantly, a bright red light upholsters

My covered eyes.

This fluo- reddish light

Illuminates my sight,

Gradually turning into

A white beam.

This ain’t a dream.

Intense luminosity,

It spreads evenly,

And it seems

This brightness will last.

I calmly listen

To the sun’s spirit.

There is a welcome prayer,

And nothing else to bear.

A swaying flower with three corollas makes its appearance.

Swirling circles of red, pink-orange, some blue at their center,

With a white halo diverging toward the horizon.

I am a rhododendron.

You are good to me,

Exceptional sunlight of love.

Distance and closeness interweave.

You are capturing what I have longed for:

A hologram of these flowers,

Over there, in Overijse.

Companion of mine, I melt beside your eternal presence.

We are all blindness and discernment, forgetfulness and remembrance.

There is nothing like

A vivid desire

For incandescence.