A tumble of echoes, a rainbow crashes, shatters.
A large gaping window, a high balcony, a hazy mist.
Discern, collide, choose a different path—imagination craves observation,
seclusion.
Quietness, empty mind connects, invisible dimension, invisible world,
thought, dream, creation.
Nothingness, thought, vision, my last day.
Broken waves open up to me, moon blades, spreading my friend’s ashes.
Loss. The outer edge.
Earth, frozen wood, river flowered, there is only one space, yourself.
Beyond a clear line of sight, a woman stood, a dozen heartbeats shadowed
the light.
Her eyes, the gift from her eyes.
It would be lovely if love would last forever—summer days, on, on, drowsed
under blue skies.
