To sit, watching the sky change
from blue, grey, sunflower yellow,
slowly changing
to pink, indigo, darker colours.
To wonder, thinking of your love,
the tempo of your heart,
constant, changing,
from blue, green to indigo, 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, shades.
To feel, physical movements,
mystical movements,
as our trunks, branches,
leaves intertwine until the light fades.
C & K 