new

It takes a kingdom like approval to open

This whitest paper all over again

I never expected to get sedated by  atmospheric arrangements

Which is fake, but I don’t mind to cruise far and to be silently filled up

By adulthood, maybe my childhood that

You would never remember

You were many years older

And you were not a resident or

you were baptized at before my time

You came later on, like a real time accident

With one small devilish smile and no more words than a ‘hi’ or ‘bye’

Gestures by being acquaintances of  Island living

And your hours sliced fast, a yardeless life; living

If you were in, it was probably called something different than life

I can catch my own homesick eye with you lately

I can count the wordless gazes one after another

Like the longest story has ever written, I read you like an old friend

I must admit, I am craving the grace and the timidity (of me)

This is bitter sweet, poems for life

Poems for moments, like photographs

One maybe never again, but poem is a poem

And I second it…now and forever…