if ideas had colours
Dreaming up a bouquet of light, and colours
erupting a volcano of flowers:
some bright, and outrageously happy
some wanton and wandering, like a desire
some sombre, and wistful,
tired, and brooding,
some demure, and timorous
dark and bleeding,
some revoltingly, rebellious, courageous,
and some tempestuous, threateningly defiant!
Yes, colours…
a poem
That’s where, we walked together,
holding hands,
that’s where, we used to be,
that’s where
it was,
transparent as a shell
fragile,
as open as my hand
trusting, forthright,
drawn out on the slippery sand,
that what you walked over,
that’s where it’s scattered,
still beating with love,
a broken…
a poem
That was
the last evening,
though we didn’t know,
but as it turned out to be,
I think about it quite often,
maybe you do too!
Not sure, if what you said,
or what I didn’t,
was the reason,
but, an awkward silence
had stretched our connection
like…
