i.
Tonight you sleep

and dream of me

all the greenest grass

in this world, this memory

of breath like mist

on my lips

you cannot touch.
Your fingers searching

in thin air a

trace of flesh

and a faraway blue

gothic sky raining

blue notes

unfurling desires
now float.
ii.
Sing these Blues

travelling to you

memory is faster

than speed of light

your voice deserves

a second chance.
iii.
In-this graffitied city

walled by history

invisible to the eye.
iv.
I breathe this air

fresh like your face

pure like a mind

without thought.
v.
You come back

like an unfinished

artwork, like a fluid

installation undulating

in the river of time
vi.
In a foreign city

for a moment now

i don’t feel lonely
clutching you

like a new found lover

brighter than these cities

lights slowly fading

this overcast sky-the cold

wind numbing my face.

And the same old fire

crackles like a protest

in my eyes
this is how

a revolution starts.