strange how they move
the legions of time
stealthily and sly
yet grand
in monumental projections
without any guise of contrition
strange, once thought i
gazing out over
deep blue and purple horizons
strange how all the hellos and goodbyes
divide the spoils between them
in long silent sighs
as if to crush all in between
between a million and two eyes
and amidst all the guffaws and cries
(long hated and despised)
how awkward were just us two
two syllables in a word
both trapped in a stuttering whisper
protruding from the echoes
of blue and purple skies.
