When Ocean divides
in mellifluous borealis distortion
nobody knows my fallen lover
I’ve felt the loss.
May our endearing touch
throw into
mellow winds among pine needles.
So distant eyes contact,
indissoluble laces,
painting pastel remorses
Payne grey.
Candied clouds advance
covering the green distances
of transparencies.
If I will ever get back. Last night La4.
