Separate lives,

Separate estates,

Separation at its best

72 hours in tandem

I wasn't looking for that.

I lie awake under the green yellow leaves

Which fly around the courtyard

Green yellow in tint,

In shape and in smell

Green yellow shaped marbles

That glisten under the sun.

White feathers lying on the porch

With enormous eyes

Staring right into my face,

Into my eyes

And into my very being.

I stood beneath his golden palm

Against the red wall

Round and round ran the streets

And my eyes rolled in awe

I followed his chants

As they echoed through the valley

Whilte pillows that shimmered

Against the transcendental moon

I was at the end of my tethers

Only to be told...

It wasn't enough.