The richness of silence is speech's poverty to the intellect.

I used my last chance, a ride
on the solar system of emotions.
I fell off and sat for a minute
on the eyelash of memory.

The long rope of my only
last and forever temptation
unkind and undone.

It's not true.  It takes a minute
to unravel the sinue wrapped
around the idea of you.
Wrought around the music

is you struggling forever,
trying to unravel the speed
of memory.

The seed of yesterday,  The
bed of undoing.  Red and
ripped I cling to the
final appointment.

Tomorrow is the kaleidoscope
you feared. The colors
patterns solidify and the habits
reveal the dead solid center.

I surround myself with the
sunflower blanket. The
synapse of yesterday tugged

before I knew you.

and dragged
the moon's light mine.


Caroline Shank

She sings of holding my hand beautifully
Bravo Stephanie,her real name
I will give up what I need to care for you
Not much I need any way
My heart is always with you
There are a very special few
There is so much more I can sbare and do
My heart is always with you
My heart is always with you

C@rainbowchaser 2023

Gives me company,
When I have nowhere to go,
Or no-one to talk to.
25/2/2023

winter melt
meanders along
swelling spring