An explosion of sunshine is a spring art, blunt in remembrance, reminiscent in my mind of loving you as I draw madness among the sane. I have imagined that by reinventing yourself empty, fleeting, wandering, disagreeing, it would be the best and only way to forget you, my quiet mind, oblivious to what I lose. But it reiterates the sun of this enlightened day who we went without being while we love haunting in sweet dreams a thousand poetry. We shared faith then as we dreamed that love could just be our joy. The paradox of the time brings what we crave.
