to be so,
but no amount of
love
you give
you don't
receive.
It's unequivocally the
same
love
from the same
place.
You come here
to experience
the creme de menthe
parfait
of rainbow layered
atmospheric
veins
of rock,
The love you need
comes
from empty canyons
where the wind
rushes in
so pleasurably
it's like the day
will never end,
Even as the sun turns
golden on hills
you've never
seen before,
where you learn
you once set up
your home,
now long gone,
the weeds grown over
so magnificently
in the sun,
the memory like a dream
you will wait for,
it seems,
like the twilight,
forever.
