Just looking, knowing.
I’m here as paths, the clouds—things,
like anything all with you.
1+1=2. A grand metaphor of
this life. We are here to recall it
love—grey-black & white—
that first moment blurred
I had tones so various
where the sea is
the memory, now
and forever (reach out, take it)
I want more, more of that.
Time stays patient if sun’s right
I can’t locate nothing
without you. Night is still, nothing
so strange, some specific balance
—forever an idea. Couldn’t guess it, life’s
imponderable echo, but know
nothing is left
a thought. I’m enough that isn’t
beyond the moment, the remnants
of old desire.
There’s nothing more true as now
will still persist
to say it best or else.