A mouthful of sky

The Aztec blue
of my window pane
and
emerald green of
those mushrooming
bonsai leaves
so many colors
in the wake
of my eye
and
but one to wake
up my dreams

The tangerine essence
of that someone aloof
and
the nonchalance
in the epiphany
that your life
is lingering lullaby
and
we're awake but to sleep

Glancing through
the mirror images
of those
with whom
I shared living ways
I return to the conclusion
nothing that matters
ever stays

Flipping through
the pages I
never realized were
blank designed
Kept searching for meanings
and reasons
when life didn't teach
me where to find

The scrapings on the wall
were fast failing to bind
the shadows on the
ceilings, were never dark
enough to blind
And once wind swept through
murky doors
I knew
we were all headed
to the shore

I looked up
when silver rain fell
from the sky
I drowned myself
in shelter that hid
trickling droplets
from your eye

Words were just
superlative
Words are just
so godforsaken
vacuous, imbecile
and incomplete

When I was looking
for things I could keep
I found my self losing
less sleep
when all I never had
turned out to
be all that
I never would need

Tomorrow may be raining
and the winds may no longer
blow
I may not have
hands to shield me
but I'll know
why its time to go

I leave behind
no tangible legacies
or teary eyed good bye's
I'll not be craving for a farewell
when I'd know
I got it all
whilst alive

What am I left with
when I die...

A handful of land
and
a mouthful of sky ...