An explosion of sunshine is
a spring art, blunt in remembrance,
reminiscent in my mind of loving you
as I draw madness among the sane.


I have imagined that
by reinventing yourself empty, fleeting, wandering, disagreeing,
it would be the best and only way to forget you,
my quiet mind, oblivious to what I lose.


But it reiterates the sun of this enlightened day
who we went without being while we love
haunting in sweet dreams a thousand poetry.


We shared faith then
as we dreamed that love could just be our joy.
The paradox of the time brings what we crave.