A liquid love letter
Harpsichord strings
Film snapshot memories
Fresh flowered springs
Laughing into tears
A task completely done
The line behind the sea
Where the moon kisses the sun
Biking to the farmers market
With baskets of flowers in hand
Looking at the moonlit sky
Where under stars we’d stand
Glazed with the glow of April rain
Gazing at loud street lights
Relaxed, rather than resigned
While breezes tug on diamond kites
Yet these moments,
excavated from imagination,
Are schemas of love
Born by creation.
Memories you made me
Were placed underground
In the garden of my times with you,
The real ones aren’t around.
Delusion keeps me sane,
Truth turns me frantic,
So I force the belief
that you make life romantic.
