Are you that person,
that forgets to cling onto
the ones that love you?

Blank disposition,
Is this who we have become...
People blanketed scarlet?

Sometimes I feel,
As if I’m lost.
Perhaps — I could,
Live under innocent white and blue skies,
Adoring pink fescues and red saccharum,
and
tangerine sunsets that
careen lavender and ivory,
aroma candied
arousing the birds, but rather
I am
Mending memories within the black nimbuses
within my cerebrum
Attempting to occlude unhappiness
But with the zephyr
The castle walls drop
The crows intrude, and ignorance floods
Now
I am drowning,
Grasping onto torched remnants of
A people that I once enjoyed,
Until their eyes were forced shut
from the stinging salts
and their words became
as venomous as mambas.

Emulsified one,
Standing under nebuli
When will it be time?

Sapphire glimmers all around, closed gates on another way,
She stands with her back turned, hair midway half-up half-down; black and brown, celestial, a star,
But she’s out of reach, my hand lightly grazes the breeze her persona casts and I lunge for more,
Heart racing, I sprint at Olympic speed, she’s right ahead of me. I’ll catch up soon.
There’s a tram on 41st labeled Silverpine. As the ear-shattering whistle bellows, and comes to a stop I jump on.
I see her, she’s just ahead, seating a few rows up, legs crossed, black stocking, leather boots, there’s something ethereal about her.
Unbalanced, I dare myself to stand, and so I do, making my way to the celestial.
I can see the back of her head. My breathing accelerates; my lips open. Should I call her ma’am? I ask myself. No, miss..
But as soon as my lips part the noise and my hand runs down her shoulder, she is gone.
I step back.
What happened.. was it all a dream?
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around.
A hand is extended and she introduces herself as Jess.
Confused I shake her hand before she waves goodbye and disappears into the expanse.
Was it all a dream?
I don’t think so.