The Hiatus

Can you look at the Sun
Using your mere eyes?
And keep at it till it hides
Under the horizon.
Only to close your eyes
When the moon comes out.
And imagine that one little star
That sums everything you desire.

And you shall live
The rest of your days,
With this same scene
Playing over and over.
And still find that
You are able to smile
And live and be merry.

For indeed, you have killed
All signs of anticipation;
Colored every tinge of red
With black and white.
And sprayed deodorant
Through the lingering
Fragrances of her breath
That inhales and exhales
Not for you…

We while away
The days apart
Into lives
Of flowers
And stones.
Yet we somehow die
Sooner than
When we realize
That life
Is nothing
More than
Flowers and stones.