Sometimes I don’t want to think
About the time you lost your shoes
And they flew in the air, the wind
Catching them and carrying them
Far away onto the road,
The way your socks soaked
On the wet pavement, you hair
Unruly and wielding sublime turbulence
I don’t want to dare recall
The stunning life sparked in the hearth
Of your eyes, there was so much flame
I think it could have lit the entire sky,
And with each swing of your head
Fire wood stashed blazed inside your head
Drinking in the present scenery
At the way the world seemed to be
Singing to you again,
And I’ll watch from afar, for I have run
In the opposite direction,
If too close, lightening will frighten
And bruise the sublime pearl of sky,
I’ll replace the succulent, gentle wind
As the heat which your head used to
Lay in my broken heap, perhaps
Far apart, we can coexist
Without ripping each other apart