Your kaleidoscope eyes
Return to me in passing by,
Fixating for a while here and there
And alighting on the breathing world
Of incandescent shrubs and flowers.
I see your soul when I touch your hands
As you touch mine.
For a few moments we are wrinkled and old together
With veins and sinews standing out in vibrant colors
Reflecting the passing clouds and the golden sun.
“Do I seem normal?” you say with uncertainty
“How long has it been?”
But your words mean something else for me,
Like the eternal trees that loom above us.
And so the shifting of my visions softly creeping
Animates nothing more than “I do not know”
But these are words said by a stranger trying on my voice
That swirl and blow away in colored snow.