I'll take to my grave the overcast sky,
The pallid moon adorning the black velvet,
The string of iridescent lights on that balcony,
The pea sized solitary pink flower that floats in the pool away from its family in the bushes and gently brushes against my skin bringing my attention to its fragility and life in death,
The mustard streetlights shimmering in the puddles,
The many shades of blue and rose during sunset,
The cold gentle wind that kisses my nose like a puppy's bite,
The crumbled yellow dead leaves falling from the branches that shake,
The candlelight flickering and casting genteel shadows of its loved subjects for a brevity of time,
The black and white keys of the piano pouring delicate music in the air,
The warmth of a mother's love, the father's hug and a lover's embrace.