Red Sky

The red sky
announces the bluest
sky,
trees turn
Into green flowers,
 clouds,
dormant like slow travellers
travelling without threads,
suspicion, laws.
They are nomads
serenading us,
serenading the fading horizon,
the unsettled dust with guitars,
violin, drums,
accompanying  with music
the parallel oceans
never to meet as they are only oceans
in our imagination.
The puddles in the streets are empty
 the dirt beneath our feet has evaporated,
breath, blood, courage
have evaporated,
only birds paragliding are lifting the
the immensity of our desires.