To a lover
I have lost
Time I have lost
Moments I wish I could still touch
With my fingertips
To a lover
May I meet you again
Someday

Life is rigid
Like the virus that rends the warm body frigid
Reality is wild
Like the hurtful question from a child
Fear drives you to contain it
But life needs chaos to sustain it
Unbridled imagination
A scary engine of creation
Cautious hearts yearn for limitation
But such a life's an empty imitation

it is an especially warm day -
you drink orange juice
straight from the carton -

like many - a time for legs
on display - off and on
buses - but inside

a nametag states Harmony -
provides me with
a throat-cooling solution

before you sit in silence
with music I cannot hear -
drinking juice from the carton