Same

"You will find her.....you will remember her......you will be with her....."

My will is an untouchable distant horizon without the sun to guide me; I am mist of a widower's cloak and the bandages of a leper. Sweetness passes vivid dreams, a blue grey cool breeze surrounds the warm lion, perspective lucidity through the window above the dock of a pirate's haven; treasure for a couple and their children. A bed of silk sheets spread into sea currents lays underneath me; I float inside surreality.

"She will remember you.....she will be with you....."

Hallucinative optimism; I lift the trauma to watch my death. A slow hanging lowly figure slumps foot past the other, L.L. Bean slippers plaid red and purple.

Flattering a moment's sentimentality, every day to night is the same; I do not celebrate. Upon my invited entrance I feel inspiration; those dear to me wear the face of admiration. I bask philanthropy to see the adorable half of my self seating enjoyment which joys me as well; I know not of joy without him near. Meaning for me is missing. I witness the gatherer's despair; she wishes for the fragrance of a dried rose as comfort, the color is lavender.

"Where is Katarzyna?!"

"I cannot recall ever seeing a wilder look in your eyes than now...."

Baxter's presumption is a surprise lacking celebration. Enabling a band of visual perception I see him acknowlede inherit response beyond chemistry and environmental stress.

"I did not call for her....."

"I cannot celebrate anything without her as I only know accomplishment when she is in my midst."

"I......."

White is aware of black. Fluctuation summons me; there she is amongst my dearest, center of crystal affection forms deeper than fathomless caves.

"She is all for you; do you know this without a doubt?"

"I am all because of her."

Grey is circling me; storms analyze livelihood of the dead. I find his tears; he turns to me with childlike inquiry. I assure him tis simple as the unknown is complex.

Zen is meditation.

"I am not sure why she did not ask her to come...."

"You are my lavender; aesthetic with wild arousal."

"You are my cup of coffee; exciting with tingles of insomnia."

"Perhaps she forgot...."

"Perhaps you comfort yourself with the thought...."

"Maybe I will never understand."

"Maybe she will neither but I missed Kat as well; nothing is the same without her presence as she enlightens me with what I feel accomplishment should be."

Our kiss is the stillness of darkness, lips of savory nectarine juices, I sip strawberry tea; Catrixenya of Kowloon's madness or the woman found only inside my dreams.

"Dearest me......"

Pungent roses close the curtain rays encounter; clouds frown the misunderstanding of what should always remain the same.