AIR.
Too much idleness
Sweet heat
In the twilight of summer's end
The vibration of a single cylinder
Arms gracefully intertwined
In the cold bay wind
Two shadows
Leaving afterimages
In the gaps between the city's clouds
Seeking fragments of warmth
And taking what they found.
Bright, transparent coffee
Accompanied by warmth and silence
Penetrated deeply, deeply.
After a brief moment of silence
The faint shadows
About that liquid
In the ceaselessly overlapping moments
Ceaselessly, they spoke.
About transparency
About its value
Not knowing what they didn't know
In that place where noise couldn't reach
Worlds overlapped
Believing they were one.
Beyond the white of the cigarette,
The same sky
And the same moon floated.
Regaining warmth
Intertwined arms
Disappeared into a transparent
And obscure, faint night.
The afterimages of summer's end
Without fading into the distortion of time
Are flowing through the clear
And translucent present.
Until the melody of fluctuations
Takes everything equally,
With this one and only
Sky.