Maybe you, and maybe me,
yellowed memory receives
fallen warm to fever pitch
drowning in the sun's remembrance,
So maybe I and maybe the sea
can find some solace in silken sleep
past insomniac rivers and indolent speech
(Rays of spring
filter shadow marigold
orange trees
bluely sway
rivers - in
dreams sense dies
to ambiguity).
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
Maybe you, and maybe me,
yellowed memory receives
fallen warm to fever pitch
drowning in the sun's remembrance,
So maybe I and maybe the sea
can find some solace in silken sleep
past insomniac rivers and indolent speech
(Rays of spring
filter shadow marigold
orange trees
bluely sway
rivers - in
dreams sense dies
to ambiguity).
