From afar
you look bright, in red
I come closer
to greet
I can’t see
inside
from up here
through reflections
I see
your former
when we do
meet
Nochrisis
Day 1040, auburn sunrise.
A doorway in time
smells of new, yellow flowers
red, auburn sunrise.
Nochrisis
Day 845, born.
Bright red yellow bloom
born out of the shadows womb
in this mornings blush.
Day 692, What I see.
What I see, seizing light.
Imagining, a tired mind.
Rendering it, delusional.
What is out there, reality?
The world we see is…
different from yours.
