To sit, watching the sky change
from blue, grey, sunflower yellow,
slowly changing
to pink, indigo and darker colours.
To wonder, thinking of your love,
the tempo of your heart,
constant, changing,
from blue and green to indigo and black.
To love, without fear of tongues
moving like the wind,
lashing love,
moving until seeds grow darker.
To think, after nineteen years
your heart, my heart,
they feel the same,
they love in many colours and shades.
To feel, physical movements,
mystical movements,
as our trunks, branches,
leaves intertwine until the light fades.
C & K 