Little reference 
when I reached for your closed door
it was not pronounced

I wrote long ago 
didn't catch letters falling
broke letters not words

I tried to lift you
up as a whole but you fight
a drag         the end 

Modern horizons
al movement without moving 
a note to standing

I have walked there
not in time but reflecting
I feel their handshake 

Walk where the surge breaks 
let the storm be around you
your wet sunglasses 

A conversation
seen in the form and its parts
a visual sound

I am collecting 
fences out of their focus
and not for that long

The colors around 
I bath in them for you to
till colder water