Ode to Love

The halls tingle when I wake, as if something special is in store for the day; this day that is both sunset and sunrise, hello and goodbye, but in perpetual hues of red, pink, and orange all the same. No longer mindless on my journey to Hope's door- although it does seem a level of pleasant distraction has replaced this sense, leaving me none the more mindful- I find myself there, though now realizing I have not whistled to announce my arrival as I have often done before. No matter, there will be no more delay in starting our day! I knock, and prepare for the heat nearly certain to follow. She flings open the door, eyes blazing as always, her guard not relenting in general for our adventures so far. As soon as she meets my gaze this time I see fireworks fly off the flames, diminishing their fury, but the remainder of her look remains stern, as I have come to guess that there is a cadence to this encounter with her form in full, one I am unfamiliar with perse, but a rhythm I have be...

What you say happens, what I say happens Must one of us stay silent forever? What I think happens, what you think happens Can this end in anything but "never?" How can one walk away from one so close? I don't remember, don't think I want to Even in the net I wonder of gross Though colors respond to sharpen moon's view Desired and devoured spectrums grow Until pinpoint accuracy is found Radio still signals strangers below Up so high, don't think I've forgotten ground Through infinitely small angles we sift Lover, strangers, friends, and family the gift 

Such foreshadowing! When the tiny town of hope Is seen in color Known by eyes and lips In magnificent color Strangers recognized Learn to love yourself My hope for you is as yours These pages won't do So the zebra flies Like The () other long before With (re-mixed) contrast What things you will see! Will you ever share with me Your adventure notes? You do not have to Know I'll listen anytime This ear tuned to you Take your town with you! As appropriate warning Let this fist shake serve! (*shakes fist*) I watch as you go So close yet so far away In heart but not sight

Just saying hello As I'm passing through your town If my map is right... *Flip unfold crumple* You know, I cannot be sure I'll just write a note Here your name is Hope In patchwork halls I call home Past purple green skies Superpositioned I know these words must seem strange Exotic murmurs But I will return For the chance that two pieces Might align our realms If not I will sand This beach is full of supplies And abundant time So that two pieces Will be precisely enough For you to slipstream For now I whistle This path making little sense But neither do I