they lay on the grass, side by side.
telling one from another is more desire
we are all gatherings of light,
look see, bubbles, that’s what we are.
bubbles with shells all the way around.
the concept beauty is inside the eyes.
we look around to find it, like we do
old thoughts. old buildings.
much the same. some of them gone.
you don’t expect when things change.
they change like choice, bigger than me.
lanterns. flames follow wind. light
an explanation would be, being blind.
a thousand thousand lights.
another day. and you.