The eyes of the unseen and unfelt
The innocence of a siren crying under water
A first kiss on a hand white like snow
A glass of red wine on a full moon night

Smoky rainy Thursday morning bringing back the seventies
The Doors playing at full volume at July’s
A ride through the never ending night, never ending warm asphalt
The recognition of feeling

A statement on insanity while standing on the ground with one foot
An eye blink filled with a ton of words
The bruise on the leg turning into a supernova
The poison path which will never ****, ever

The New York I imagined to daydream
A clear night in companion of strings and waves
The dollar got lost because loving you is free
The setting on time but not in place
The tear calming the fire with no explanation

The laughter of lost souls driven by the same motor
A sleeping beauty who lives pursuing passion
The hope to understand all these infinite bridges to the other side.