The colours dance together
In patters
Soaking up every drop of my eyes
And as they go, paintings of sunsets
And eyes and smiles
Found on the cover of books--
All images of a near past,
It's things like these that keep me awake
Away from the darkness of the moon
Or the sun in its footsteps
Away from time itself
And the absence of regularity.
No, I would rather live with my colours
And thoughts of smiles and the glitter
They bring to the drops of blue.
These are the images held in youth.
These are the images I will use.