Burnt Roofs in Monocromatic Skies

This is a memory of blue eyes and blue bikes

decorated spring trees and blue skies

of clouds floating as stilled maladies

toward a single drifting car in the night

where does it go, the motion, the beauty, the wonder

the slow falling melody of slow beating wings

rusting talismans spinning, soothing cracked hands and tired eyes

illuminating the everbloom tree and the cycle chained to the trunk in a moon wind

do you remember, the lights coming and going?

possibilities traded for other possibilities

new laughs, new joys, new noise

the music is gone, but it hasn't left

the music has left, but it isn't gone

drunken fireflies breathe in easy rhythms

illuminating the everbloom tree and the cycle chained to the trunk in a moon wind

this is a memory of blue eyes and blue bikes

colored wires and LED lights

good luck with new windows

wonder what you’ll see through them

as rain slides down like time

and swells visions like paper

the blues into greys

eroding the hours and the chains

until what remains are dim flashes in old minds

remembering the everbloom tree and the

blue cycle drifting along the night river

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