Note #1
Your eyes remind me of summer; A little dance at the beach, Street carnival full of confetti They remind me of a good friend; Hours of phone of conversation, Finishing each other’s sentences They are layers of impressions; Maelstrom of battles and celebrations, Tesserae of unfinished mosaic art I wish i could catch a reflection on them The exact angle they took from across the table But you wouldn’t let me get a careful look