I shutter my eyes to see an infinity
of ruby hues reflected on my eyelids
they paint my horizon, take shape as I focus
an expanse of endless fields

filled with crying roses

each tear a droplet of morning dew
concealing, dawns of fantasy springing
from reality I stretch my arm and fingers
to touch, grizzled curls billowed by brushing gales

of a man ineluctably entranced
by Siberian melodies reverberating in his eyes
glittering with shades of pricey happiness
I see purple, an expanse of endless streets

filled with crying lilies

marching women dressed in purple claim
they are the daughters of the witches we burnt
they laugh, with their fists held high
followed by musicians blowing

into golden tubas and silver trombones
whilst castles made of people reach for the sky
I see blue, the blue of the night,
a sliver of moon sipping on wine, darker ruby I swallow

inhaling scents of flowers I am unable to identify
inebriated I caress the orange by my side,
It loves artichokes,
the wind is warmer than winter desires

lighted evenings announce its death
the bill arrives, humans have forgotten their maths,
the pregnant waitress is unsure which week she is in
she reminds me of nature and its myriad oeuvres

rainbows and butterflies, spring is around the corner
I see her glimpsing at earth in wonder, wandering
through doubts attempting to assess her volition
is she willing, to return to earth or rather

remain comfortably concealed in the droplet
of dew where I found her, behind

my shuttered eyes.