Took a whiff of that
The good and the rest
Swinging the air
Sitting in a set

Patches and patches
And green it grew.
Colours of above,
Dirt shade and hue

Chameleons in my garden
only when the colours flipped
Is when that I realised
they even exist

Lost in the dust, straying away
yet sometimes, the choice to make.
Smiled to the wasp, stood on the flower
Cleared the smoke, in about an hour.

A secret moon, my eyes reach out
Breathing the fog, a silent shout.
A soft lilac hidden around
Buried in the pages
Without a sound

And so I walked, I loved and lived
Under the breath of a moonlit gift
I came, I saw and leave I must
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

A.S.