Could you tell?
That the air one night didn’t smell like purple daises
But rather orange melons
Or how the dust on your bones was starting to melt
Even the way the glint of the moon was once stark white and showed me the ways of the staircase up to old castles studded with green vines and rotting stories
And now only threw me the keys to the doors underneath the grass in the backyard to show me the way down
Hoarding wooden panels and abandoned notes
So I could stop climbing and start wondering
Could you tell at all?
How the rhythm of the beat of the night
Turned from black to metallic
And you didn’t even blink an eye
So when time broke all barriers
And oceans evaporated
You were still blind
You don’t want to grow up.