The food I ate
on shining plates
made me sick and ever-hungry.

Tired,
I turned the pages in my heart
searching a new mix.

There came one
with no colour and no word
flapping freely behind all others.

It whispered in my chest,
“This meal is free and imperishable;
your dish is waiting ready!”

Frantic,
my eyes turned everywhere
for what they couldn’t see.

Blow kisses to your thoughts
and some more to the rest,
so they all fly away.

In the silence you will taste
a love that baked mountains.