Faded remains...

My eyes, a mauve and golden haze

does mark the passing of our days

My heart, a darkness mars the blaze

to mark the changing of our ways.

In the pure blue sky comes storm,

with angry word, a shout and darkness' form.

Faded sky, beauteous tone

gives such joy when I'm alone,

for no such thing can fill my heart

but such beauty that shall never part

cki

I wrote this while I was sitting in a bus on the highway headed home around dusk many years ago, and it  is one of those rare times that I do remember where I was when I was doing something. I wasn't too sure of when exactly I wrote it, but was thinking early 90s, so I checked the old journal and found that I had written the date beside it, May 6, 1989. It is funny that in all these years, the first line has stayed with me, as I had always kept in mind the image that it conjured. I have not yet found a photograph to accompany it, although I have come close, in particular this past year.