Michael's Kaleidoscope Poem by Natasha Ashwe

[dreaming with paper planes and ribbons of his thoughts]

You are here,
In the soul parking space that had been strictly mine,
My junk filled psyche’s room, and the closets inside
I’d happily cleared out for you to occupy,
They’re thrown open wide,
Flourished by your furnishing,
And they're completely unsatisfied
After their perusal of the parlor portrait you hung up, that book ‘My Antonia’
Restless, I continue to find new colors in the changing light,
And let the time evolving rays paint my mind
Colors of 'Michael’s kaleidoscope',
Shades and symbols of your point of view;
Misty jungle mornings to crowded, gritty metropolis afternoons,
Flicker in your eye, twin hooks of your smile come and gone too soon…

You are here,
On the path by the water where I walk,
I imagine you safe in the company of elements I trust,
Remember words you’ve spoken, things you’ve done,
Moments together I’ve kept,
I’m fishing them; rainbow ether talismans, out of my head,
Submitting these to the green sunlit day that becomes another concept of yours,
I partake in nature’s alchemy of us,
And cannot return back to word what you mean to me just because.
However I can play Twister with myself;
Lie in spots where you lay like the chalk man in murder scene positions,
Choose things you like, stupendously smug that I pay attention,
Relish the aftertaste of chemistry’s different recipes and little forget-me-nots,
Dream with inner landscape skies filled with paper planes and ribbons of your thoughts...