Waves go crashing
And fish come flying.
Cars go flowing
as people pass me by.
The skies are green as
the blue wind blow
the orange petals above
the red grass.
The guy dressed in pink
is not much feminine as compared to
the girl in blue
is not much masculine.
Enjoyment of time together,
the shedding of the skins
that we put on every day.
To be open, warm and free
which is how we should be
But we aren't.
And so we are only,
with a companion.
