restricted to amber
your battery now near empty
most survivors of history take up other ways to kill time
erratic butterfly flight leaving trails of orange and black
against the cloudless burning blue sky
pulled your cool cold heart toward me
gave it a squeeze and sent searchlights
to run alongside your new dreams
I tasted the unmistakable sweetness of your ghostly neon breeze
felt the tender pink tip of breaking dawn even with closed eyes
heard the four chords of hazy summer wind from another country
watched it lift and row through the faint Autumn ground where we first lay as one
grave silent
forever
and ending
happy on different paths
for finally embracing our nature
and smashing black buildings
to set each other free at last
gathering up translucent petals of memory
that fall softly with feline grace
around the sweetest cords of memory
a tribute to you
4 comments:
That is very nice indeed.
We definitely need to look into doing something together for Gravity.
I have in mind one of your photos with my graphics and your poem on top in a kind of limited edition poster form.
Whaddya reckon?
Thank you so much for the comment...
It really is much appreciated.
I reckon that would be quite a fun thing to do together! I can give you an original copy of most any image you like...
free artistic reign to use it as you see fit.
much obliged kind sir.
How do you do it? Where do you even begin? I am fascinated.
Many thanks CY once again! I'm not sure how these collections of words come to be honestly....
they're a mixture of things but I'm happy they are enjoyed!
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