Somewhere in the future

For you, my hands swim –
through these veils of apathy.
Half-days forgotten, left behind.
As solemn dark days grow,
you bring colours into fresh being.
A tongue to an indifferent way.

Beautiful sounds, beautiful
smells – hanging in the sky.
An island rhapsody,
and ripples in the sea.
That makes me feel so numb.
And I ask myself, when?

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