We’re all subjects of love
Subjects of fear and longing
living day by day
Smiling at the right people,
vibing the wrong.
Everyone sings their own song
of their own love.
Fear and longing hide
in the inner parts.
I never wanted an ignorant melody
thickly articulated through a cloud of smoke,
tickling a beer glass
confused and stenching
We all learned some manners as children
and knew they were true,
waving our banners of politeness,
mine red, yours blue.
Purple would be a royal colour
if we combined the two.
I might be right
all heads are “me” when they hit the pillow at night.
You are infinitely colourful,
Touching the ground in two places.
I welled up when I saw you
and climbed a mountain
– I couldn’t see you through the grey
but I was closer
You were with me
My brothers, the sheep,
Who knows how your colour,
Touched their hearts,
if it lingers as it does in mine.
Rain and hail may erode, in time,
the rainbow at the back of my mind,
but they didn’t on that day and they haven’t since.
Yesterday the snow!
On the ground crunching like a good apple
Pasted on the trees like moss,
Painted upon each limb, some Bob Ross
Magic, white hill, white trees,
Pure sun, makes even the breeze glow!
Trees drop snow like the leaves
of last season, little by little,
and it falls to gently settle
in the back of my mind with you.
Warmth and colour,
the miracle of my summer,
Rest and play in the back of my mind
With the perfect winter’s day,
Never to melt or fade into grey.