I'll try to
explain it...
The clouds
made no art to the sky today...
You knew me as a blithe
bird...
From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...
Never say a lie
because other can see you but you can't...
You're an oval-shaped
creature sloping upward...
i wish i could drape the sky on you tonight,
the sunset – the oranges, the reds, the yellows...
Picture perfect pleasantries, parade of games.
Someone secretly scheming, silent are the names...
The other night, I raided my closet
for traces of you...
Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones...
the wings of time
just flip and flap...
The day that bird disappeared, it could not recall...
It began in the coastal air as the sun coyly...