I was always vaguely aware

Colour the sky and the wrinkles of time
Mother paints the wallpapers
Sweeps the leaves of yesterday
Sighing in the magnitude of endeavours

Everything seems so distant, forgotten
Nobody remembers it anymore
Chiselled and chapped like my lover's lips
Crawling in the dawns of their reveries

You have something that they need

It takes the gut, silence and dissipation
Grief or sanctuary in the aisles of light
Pay me a kiss or sparkle the sunshine
Exhaling nature in the voids of abyss

Joy of the times, in cream of sin we settle
Growth of the words and the dimming passion
The pacing of the trees have gotten louder and wider
Ash to azure and brazen in the forge

Within and without I miss you whenever
Encryptions and deception in the miles of my life.

Falling asleep on the pavement
I think of all the seamstresses I’ve met
The barmen that I’ve talked to
The fishermen waving to me from the ocean

It occurs that there are stars
Mingling in the minds of my memories
And the distance between my friends
Wandering the silent world

Rusted and littered the sidewalks
We still kicked the cans and laughed
Hustling through the burns of the wave
Making it through the day

Lying on the gravel, I
See the trains of the passers-by
Rushing to their stations, adjourning
Riveting to another impression

The inference of question, treason
There was no need for us to speak
Because it haunted always from within
And we knew it and we threw it as such

Dying on the ground, I know
The reaches of the dusty universe
The follies of the ground of man
Circling in the woods again.

Thinking about it, for example
Sometimes I was astounded at how I used to be able to
Do everything with such confidence

Examine the flight of a bird, attempt to copy it
See the world in my eyes and laugh
Because it all seemed so wonderful

How there were times, when the littlest of things
Could make me tear at the eyes with happiness
Or burn in my ears with rage

Now everything fades, like the colour that dissipates
I see the sunshine sliding through my eyelids
But only just, never reaching its destination

I always told myself that it would be okay
The world would shut itself away, but I would
Like I always had, continue smiling

The sky has shunned me forever now
It takes its pride in something else
And leaves the petals of the closed flower untouched

Maybe there were times when I should have
Tried harder, done better, does it matter?
I don’t even know whether or not it would have changed anything

The world keeps loud and racing
Nothing silent for me
All the entry-points blaze with fire

I am heathen, and all that has passed
Is testament to its existence
Though somehow I cannot see

I can barely make out the sunshades, and they
Twinkle at me with delight
My last rays of light

While I missed the morning star.

The fireflies of the summer dimmed into the past
So many things fade like dust and winter’s gusts
I’ve taken the empty words and trembling hourglasses
To sail the world with me in dazzling, chapped horizons

Endeavours upon disguises, silence in our minds
We envy the buzzing timelessness of the lighted fireflies
Chalked and restless grey, a distant opal of deceit
Unmasking, silent, and you, ever discreet

Cooling rain and sauntering songs, words and echoing tunes
Joyous dances and tittering ladies, potter through the dunes
Nostalgia and nausea rush to me, seeming none so different
While we talk and smell the hallways, so dried of yesterday

The chapel rings in amber mist, rays of tomes and light
Choral bells and bowls of memories, shine in blinding sight
Moaning in the shadow of the past, cringing past the ocean
Cloaked and yielding in the needs
Of explicit and deceptive motions.

I see you in the scent of autumn
Waving distant goodbye
As we raise our hands and talk the emptiness
Of vague and hollow skies.

We are chaperones to the pillars of heaven
Emissaries to the call of the horn
Jumping and seeing into the forest of pollen
Wrestling from the beckoning of civilisation.

Acres of my landscapes and minds to ourselves
I love the many ways you twirl me underneath your spell
Changeling of time and the humming silence of the bee
Pull me aside and whisper me minutes to the sea.

Bases of absence, dallies of the world
***** and dust are nothing to my soil
Enchantment of light, my reveries and hate
Holding me tight and singing bonds in the wake.

Gashes of essence, a milky-white of pure flow
Gushing like ravens, shrieking empty to the core
Yearning for the distance and dying in its twilight
Breathing in your essence keeps the pulse of me alive.

The landscape is colourless, featureless
What defines it is the sky
The crashing clouds and circulating wind
That flies beyond our human sight and
Cuts the horizon beyond its borders.

Sometimes it changes like the flow of
Time, the universe and everything
Can you see it morphing?
In your deep eyes, those flashes of light
Mean nothing but colour.

What is colour to us?
What is colour to me?
Colour is nothing
For colour only decorates and
Says nothing substantial
Giving it life while
Taking ours away
Like blinking specks of diminishing light.

You are colourless in my eyes.