A humblest pray, a tart regret,
A canvas of the dancing floor,
Where everyone is more than friend,
But ornament of puzzled flow.

Walk over bridge, see down the road,
Where drinks and chatter can't be charted;
A freezing hug of sunset's wild rose,
Before horizon greets the golden artist, -

All winds remember, even tiny bit,
While heading far and wide for things unknown,
Or, may be, just to bring these days to me,
For them to live in rhymes, defeating prose.

Through Time they come for eversparkling less.
Kaleidoscope of pros and cons forgiven.
They sit, they talk, and in the heart they nest,
For everwritten be, to be believed in.

November 2024