Remember in our youthful peace
when hand in hand we walked beneath
a sky so blue it hurt your eyes,
your eyes so blue they hurt my skys.

With eyes so blue, diskyzed by hurt,
your sky so blue, it eyed my hurt.
But I deneyed my blue-sky hurt
and realized then, that us, we weren't.

You wafted then away from me
Your sky-blue-eyed hurt turned from me
My blood, mid-vein, froze black like dirt.
eye skyed my blue and cursed the hurt.

Now, 'midst the mists of fantasies
of sleep where endless entities
still haunt my head while not alert,
with blue-eyed skys, you haunt my hurt.

Note: Photo taken by Kabir Bakie July 2004