On the verge of a teal winter, wishing
an innocent commiseration would waft my way
from the ever avarice-empty emerald aura
I let adagio drift away
aeons ago... in heart time
That is thought of mind as I appreciate
the synclastic indigo cuffs adorning this phantasm's wrists next to me
We are up on a mountain, above the plains, peering down
and his translucent "body" matches the aquamarine vibe
An airy entity dressed in wispy attire, also diaphanous,
and his cuffs catch my eye nonchalantly
Unaware why my journey has taken me to this place
or why I am unafraid of sharing space with a ghost
Yet certain there are woes here mutually measured
He does not speak, no sounds are made by him
Instead, he stares... over the valley gorge so empty
perhaps waiting on a promise from a past lover, unfulfilled
Without a doubt, my emptiness mutually shared
Hours and days and minutes and seconds had past, however
and my desire to prove (what?) to the initial veridian zephyr that vanished,
undoable as it may be, sparked my decisive descent downward and off
And if as impossible it does exist, may I encounter a crisper quench
of that thing we know as comfort
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