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