Strolling,
my thoughts
and steps
keep pace with the
beat
beat
of the geese wings
flying overhead.
One's grainy voice
echoes
in my mind,
clean of other noises
since the elusive day
is gray
and
pregnant with rain.
Your sandpapery voice
echoes in my mind,
clean of
other noises
since the elusive night
was bright,
mystifying
blue...
and your
orange full moon
eyes
drowned out even
the roaring water fountain,
shooting out
circumstances.
The lilac branches bloom.
I feel them
sway
with my dancing spirit.
(You set the melody)
As I perch upon my
watchpost windowsill,
the world has
so much space in it,
packing between us those
cotton clouds
of
mystifying blueness.
The lilac blossoms
drip groundward
as my
watery doubts
smear them on the canvas
of my wretched memory.
But the
fabric of my soul
is still velcroed to yours.