Indigo

fishing for an answer
with no bait in sight
casting with a dream
and reeling in a
catch of reality.

Wow!

Thanx Maam :D , thought I'd continue with the theme but that one verse seemed so much better off on its own, so left it as it was.

awaiting to be lit
to hear the
scratch and sizzle
a little candy striped
candle
lingered with
waxy unconcern.

year after year,
it was used,
its companions,
increasing.

one by one,
each blown out,
by the birthday child
(or hurriedly puffed out
by their naughty siblings).

each year the child loomed
tallishly over them.
a spittle-charged pfffft!
became an expertly blown poof.

rolling languidly out of their box
stretching their bent wicks
wondering:
pattern or circle?
sparkler or nume-ral candle?
ice cream or safely mooring butter-cream?

much to their surprised dismay...
only one was taken,
only one was lit,
another grabbed
but

then left stranded on the counter.

yet the huddle
heartily chanted
past ten..

between two manicured nails
the only one
was fizzled out
and
swiftly tossed aside.

the box
and its lacquered ones
gathered up
and put aways
for another year
and another one
if any

Time and tide wait for no man!

it was then i realized
how wary you are of me...

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman
possessed

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.

whirlwind of emotions!

With any other person
my haughtiness would flare
my dignity would prevail
the dulling of your countenance
the irritated spark in your eyes
the downward turn of your mouth
would be enough
for me to turn away

if you were any other person...

i wouldn't try to meet your eyes
i wouldn't stop to ask why?
my days would not be filled
with silent chiding and sighs

I should be done
I should be through
but instead i wait upon
time and reason
to do what
subtle
subjectivity
fails to do
but does anyways.

Age-old mystery!!!

Si Sólo Supieras...*

It sparkles when spat on
It glimmers when wept on
If it ever was to...
It would only bleed dust


*(Spanish): If you only knew