pin the eternal on your rim

between my wailings and your feelings
understanding and responding
it's been a fragment of infinity
pastel rose flavored on our lips

between the memory of your reply
and the excitement for the waiting
on my shoulder an heavy steel grey sky to carry on

and then we went back on our roads
trampling rust colored dreams

dream veils
like peace solstice
a clear heaven after the storm,
it was you it was me
and a lifetime to somehow fill in
under this pale suburban sky

Marco Bo