Still, Life

It was a birthday.

Flowers came in forgotten colours
Yellow-pink lilies, yellow gerberas,
Red roses, purple orchids
Sunflowers.

In my diurnal oscillation
Between stillness and flow
A pause unrushed, tender,
Of old affectionate faces
Flashed mellow, slow.

In fatigue of losing ways
On present, absent everydays
I looked for a yellow canvas,
Imagined a birthday poem
Scribbled somewhere
Then adrift, by life's zephyrs. 

These are autumn evenings now.
Through fruitions, precipitates,
I desired your chaos and calm again,
Hesitant, in light and shade, I did still wait
Someplacetime else on earth
Where without you
The day did not end.

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