Alive

They are alive, those moments

Fogging my multi colored mirrors of memory

With their sweet, effervescent breath;

Smooth and stark, bittersweet 

In that pain of pleasure;

A hint of red, a hint of blue

Forever swirling in the kaleidoscope

of renewal of desire and death

And here, at once they converge

Into your image, those moments

Holding my hand and its brush 

Splashing rainbow sprinkles,

Snow flakes, rose petals

Oh the sheer color of life!

They are alive in my breath,

those moments.

And in every word you write

If they seem embalmed

in amber, do not be sad

dear love.

They are throbbing inside with

a life that can be renewed in

a jiffy. Come, all it takes is your word

And they are alive,

Those moments.