Recall today’s verdicts of the wind and the rain,
it was her who frayed the windmills and kissed away the pains
She treads along my memories, singing the same refrain
that she’d always be running out, I could never end this chase.
I saw her in the ivory, amidst the velvet of the night
but she wouldn’t pay attention till dawn had me by her sight
with Cerulean, White and the angels of Christmas night
unfolding their wings, I was at the corner of her golden eye.
My ears described, what she’d been, that I could never change
but with each tick I paint at hand, don’t new smears flee into the main?
Her fairness flushes with herself in play as I return her autumn smile
she beckons with viridian eyes, I shall be yours to claim
But the prospect of prospect stays a forged reality
as long as we’re drunk as victims of causality, now is bygone history.
My fair Lady,
I’ve seen
You’ve brought me back to the bouquet and wreaths
the carpet of love and the strides of grace
the you when you were made to marry
to touch, to matter, to stuff and space
for without whom you cannot take place, you cannot take stride
in my ocean memories.
And beauty is all I see.
~tc©
