Sunday, May 20, 2007

suh • roo • lee • uhn bloo

Days with you
pass into memory
and remain
immovable and soaked
through to the core
of my skin
like cerulean blue
laid bare
on the imperfection
of cotton stretched
upon bones of wood;
lingering love
for ages to
vie for
and ransom
to those seeking
its mystery
though none will know save
the painter
now lost to
the passing of time.