A flash of orange...eewww...not my colour..
I saw you...speak think...breathe..
The wind did the trick.. in my thoughts...in your hair...on my face
Or was it the darkness
Which marked our closeness
It dreamt of stories... it reeked of nonsense
White...so fair and blue...so blue
A conversation pregnant with hope
A conversation in my mind
And an evening with words and coffee beans
And those with the moon behind your back
It envisioned tales and left them to die
An occasional smile...
Tides and time moving, ticking or whatever it is they do
A happy feeling deep within
No rush, no blush, no more the sighs
Just a pretty page now that made some difference
I now like orange.
