Still as salt, sync up a wound

Carved as a knife, blend the palette

I dream of colours, spill turquoise over the canvas

Drop a tear in white, brush over to pink the sky

Angle fixed, in east is a boulder

Sewing my dream, I build a house together

Short, I thought looked the pavement

Cast some spirited grey but heard a thunder

Spiralled shadows, in my thoughts

Blending shades of dark, my brush is wound in a knot

Sink and sinking, heart’s ode of mirrors

Stopwatch on ice, felt gasping tinkers

All dimensions on pause, call routine procedures

Blink a breath, a thousand times

Blink a breath, a hundred times

Mustered to wake, only pages later

In sparkling stream as I calm my rains

I breathe I breathe, dream of my lover

I catch hold of a rainbow, in years away or a minute ago

Free some birds to the wind and their memory

Layered more flowers to chauffer in the sunset

Weave orange lights in a closing quartet

I stroll to the doorknob beneath the lantern sky

Close another chapter and cap the dye

Still as salt, sync up a wound

Carved as a knife, onto a new palette.