The palette
of our speech...

hey...

Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...

I don't know who or what or when or where,
but the faces by the window blur and smear...

When we looked into the horizon, so deep
and sunken into the setting sun, we could...

Through this moment in time, we embrace,
Together, in this green altar of spring...

I still had so much to say
between our stunted farewells...

Brick by brick, you decayed - like broken dreams
in a world too wide awake to remember...

'Excuse me,'
'Sorry...

Here seeds grow
in rotten lands, to plant and sow...

Balloons - flutter and fly!
Soar to the heavens, the sky...

Off you went:
into the light and its faraway world...