cloud spheres of ever more
tomorrows are, not to store.
ripples in the shallows here,
distort the visions, held so dear.
knocking like raptures, long departed
to pull back longing, now forgotten
in this moment that we give,
we let live joy, dirt through a sieve.
hold close to these, so lay me down
brim to please, flowers around.
bend to whims, so never voiced,
and as I wish, I grow the choice.

a person is a silly thing