There is a remnant of light
peaking through the evading
daytime glow, it casts
a shadow on your iris,
blue and cold.

There is a remnant
of wind in the cool breeze,
swaying us into
some decadent
daydream.

There is a remnant of
you in my tree lined
view, floating away, like
you do.

So surreal and evading,
so surreal and fading