Day 1468, red.
A red glow scatters
and the earth keeps on turning
beautiful, it was
Day 1467, yellow.
The yellow flower
hiding under winters end
together with me
Day 1466, vertigo.
Looking up side down
moon and sun still rise and set
and vertigo smiles
Day 1465, hiding.
The door to go in
is colorful like mid spring
it is still hiding
Day 1464, around.
In my fantasy
the sun revolves around me
and springs till the end
Day 1463, float.
Float free in the sea
where the current takes it to
an afternoon sun
Day 1462, before.
Before I close my eyes
I see my dreams in sketches
and maybe before
Day 1461, moralities
The human mind
looks lightly twined
in memories
around moralities
Day 1460, agrees.
The wind turns around
and clears skies cerulean
wintertime agrees
Day 1459, clear.
A blue winter sky
where electricity flies
and clear airs the mind
Day 1458, dicease.
If you go left
inn front
of those dark hills
over there
~
to the world
in my mind
~
people
are now
more
allied
for once
~
till
the snow
melts
Day 1457, luster.
A white painted door
with faded luster
~
once alluring
in its unseemly frame
~
where the two
never
belonged
Day 1456, in between.
An old door
with an old lock
that hangs there
fragile
~
guarding
what I see
between the cracks
in the shadows
Day 1455, electricity.
Sometimes
I like to push
~
an other time
I turn
~
and I might
also
stick it to you
Day 1454, me.
