Stretches of pink across the dark violet puffs of air
Orange radiating from gold
And you there with your hand in mine.
It’s as if this warm breeze is speaking to us.
You were never good with words
But sometimes your silence said it all.
Can you see the birds
Way up high?
Without reservations, without limits they sail the world.
How did you manage it,
Staying single while your wife was married?
I guess it’s the way of the world,
From where I come from anyway.
It was my fate to serve as your shadow
And so another day goes by,
And the thoughts I have, stay saved in this tiny little bottle
Made of glass.
-Shammy 7/22/12 10:59pm