love to turn to see the colour bodily flow
for your gaze follows me wherever I go
a sad crow forever in woe
please o' please fly away.
Just a time filled journey
destination is less for the journey's
the conceptual mercy
so fly free little birdie
let red glisten the thirsty blue
backing breathless white to soften your hellish hue
yet still with the regret for your landing, stays beyond view.