Steps toward the horizon,
spinning away
Only shades endure the turn
of a new day
Gray dreams circle
phantom lagoons
and surface false reflections
of you
Never pass that way again,
in this time
A spectrum lost with no sense left
for wayfinding
Flat wave garden
wrapped in gray
One by one those colors
melted away
All those blue shadows
cast in afternoons
Just dull blades cutting through
Shifting in the windows
Moving around the rooms
Still the only trace of you
Blue, gray blue
they evade and elude
Screening multitudes of memories
in a solitary hue
All those blue shadows
cast in afternoons
Just dull blades cutting through
Shifting in the windows
Moving around the rooms
Still the only trace
of you
© 2015.