Four SeasonsA puddle of water
Reflection of white concrete
Reminds me precisely
Of I in a place
A piece of heaven.
The breeze spells calm
I blithely danced with the warm music,
And the sea waves
Bring joy to my heart.
Finding is not, for already there is
It has found me but as soon
As it did
It fled away...
Farther, until I
See no more
But I am happy.
The traces are there,
Scattered.
I collect them every morning.
And shine them by night.
And the shards that keep
My wounds throbbing
are the constant
And painful reminiscent
Of the life
That gave me life.
-elliot
