9/6/08
soft melodies and pastels
happiness and blue
yearning feelings and blurred pictures
warm and safe but only
the memory of a memory of a dream
dust motes stained gold
liquid yellow creeps along my skin
brown carpet rough under my back
the same feeling
happiness
a song this time
soothing and peaceful and just so mellow
like the iridescence of a black cat lounging in the sun
before he rolls in the dust and turns grey
with forgetfulness
dried bouquets
sweet peas and one rose
still pink at the center
but slowly giving up in time to retain some soft beauty
you ask what love is
i can give you no other reply than
those days when we sat and drank black currant tea
and read books and talked as the rain steadily fell
enclosing us in a soft moment we wished would never end
it is the same happiness
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