Touch
Was ever blue so silent? Steps are going down slowly I come to touch burnt alphabets And burnt yellow too Married with red then came black I looked at, with fever The green with closed eyes I can’t be cured again So the thirsty cloud Going to the moon Wasted the wings for whom Happier the blues left so soon A promise is to be kept in afternoon Ocean says at last before the spring rips Water was everywhere after the flash And the fire walked past To bounds where snow wants to start