Fluffy white, speckled with dots
of the golden spring sun
I sat on the boulder by canal-side
and watched you fly by
past the canvas of my eyes.
Astonishment—
as the scattered flowers, stale
now—
infused of plushie vibrancy
alive again.

I paddled to my cycle years old;
on a chase to the fields endless
behind walls shadowing your presence—
paddled along;
with a smile, among whistling bougainvillea
to the horizon blue, sewed with sunflowers.

When the gale flew to my chest;
and the clouds grew darker;
camouflaging among thy wavy hair
upon my face—
ages;
among the sediments that lay underneath
I waited,
with baited breath
for the downpur.

I shall never know—
nor shall the happenings of our lives conclude
if all my offerings at your
blood-dyed feet
worth for—
only destiny shall answer
only the clock ticking shall hear.

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