All the driblets shedding for you, All the songs and poems too. All the paints, images, and quills All the tusche with the oath telling 'I always will', All the rhymes, all the curses, all the hands All the smoke of Black leading us to where we land. All bruises casted when you were gone, All that...

Chartreuse green March and vivid photographs; Old blue jeans and old guitar show me ways A cup of subtle tea mixed with your laugh, Turns things around and lightens up my days. Sick emptiness that brings me to my knees, Leave scars on edge of chaos in haze Like the new shade of blue, you unbind me; ...