Revolution

[munkinhead]

Did I start and die?
Does this dissolution of red and green
produce a heaven solid enough to gain my feet?

The flutter of my eyelids,
where is that revolution?

I still feel the Earth,
and all its impossible colors.

[hillwalker]

Cryptic and intriguing as usual - who knows how your mind works, or even cares as long as you keep producing poetry like this?

H

[munkinhead]

Perhaps this edit makes it less cryptic.
Now it is a Christmas poem.