Marked

Genius hides in small blue bottlesAs glassy eyes turn to the side,and ears are pressed to the wall.Its kinship now entwined with sorrowWithin emotional ink,Scribbled in illegible impressions.

 For clarity loses its visability,As forgetfulness snaps its wings downtight around frail memory,Trapping it within the wispy fogwhere the shafts of sunlight deftly dance.Its impalpable laughter fills the airWrapping me in a thousand common rainbows,Hanging me from rafters in the sky.

 This atmosphere, now transmutedis no longer uniform.For Desire becomes evergreenAnd reaches out with tender leavesof epheremal love that yellows,Turning to brown when scorned,And little boys rake theminto piles of woman's rage
 
running........ jumping......
 
Scattering them to Time's windsWhere the dying blue music carries them,As lingering notes of sadnessthat dance with the sunlight,Now drift through the fog.

 While the memories echo with your laugh,And your eyes, always blue as the skyare transfixed with mine.As these moments now fixedwithin my soul,Cemented and permanentForever a part of me - no matter what comes.