Undefined for Bryony Burns
Awakening with thoughts
You were in it, a white limousine
on electricity, a trip without a sound
a complete feeling of happiness.
Falling asleep again
everything got lost
and you, You You.
This paper carries
the tracks of your presence.
Sunny mornings like these
longing for us, we were once
no body, fragrances or a voice
but growing satisfaction
with everything there is.
Prepared to share too much
too little, each other.
You walking on luscious pastures
leaving to me the lonely paths
recognizing you in anyone I meet.