you were much sweeter than the soda pop fizz,

much warmer than the sea-foam kiss...

I waited for my life to find me still

and sitting idle, knowing that we played

a lot of hide and seek when we were children...

And stepping forward seems at ease tonight,

An infant conversation with the road

from over, high, alone and out of sight...

And haughty was this little man of stone, 

a frozen elfish smirk upon his throne...

Your name is still written in my breath,

and mine in yours (perhaps)...

Gazing undetected,

at a couple strolling by,

standing high above them,

oh my, oh my, oh my...

Cold hands and cold feet

in a mid-spring night,

turn blue like blackberry wine...

In vision, we no longer have belief,

But sight's subject to what our bodies feel.

So, blinded there we lay in muted mill...

I brought it closer to my nose

and found small love between the colors...