Expressive sky, tolls something something, the tears present as muster for the day
excessive sky of blurring death on blue, the sun seems to fall
saturation of that red that says nothing only time involved in alpenglow
tracks of zipping thru stars that stage moments and cringing, which we talk about
what is the same love in our gesture, as we guide vocabulary to the treetops?
stir emotion thru a realm or two, and sigh with protection:
I will love you as a soon and late, you'll see, and seeing makes the sentence break its daze
I will love you over the moments surrounding some steps on the way
other statements will fly forth, over trees and even birds will break their oaths of meaning to go on
birds will go on for sure but they will not sing, they will resist
resistance is the tang of staying in colour
does this make sense, or should words render new moons above the same fens and leas and meadows coming into spring?
Will looking bring a touch?
This poem as it wants leans fiercely towards the colours changing in the only sky we have
you can thank the words eventually
