ye, changing sparks of color
- the sea is stained like your eyes
tears, of sunset, of desire, of gold
i'm coming to terms good things
fall apart, past days echo

Forgotten notes are far sweeter
to the remembering measure
the delectable silence to meditate in
flowing between the years of leisure

cha-cha-cha, scatter and sway the sounds
of a sunday road slowly stealing desire
danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha~
hair flows in the cleave of sweet auric air