So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I’m seeing
I try to hold my tongue but it’s useless

She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile

- Colors by Barcelona

It’s so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look I understand
That you were not impressed
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress

I’m not going to get too sentimental
Like those other sticker valentines
Because I don’t know if you are loving somebody
I only know it isn’t mine

Allison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Allison, my aim is true

- Allison by Elvis Costello

And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain

I need to hide within a storm
So have the lightning come
And bring the winds that scream
And spill the fog all over town

And hold me in your standstill ground
And I will sink down
And you’ll be washed away
You’ll be washed away

- Over and Over by Rachael Yamagata

This time, the carpet of Plumeria lies there undisturbed. They will be swept away later on. And so will I.

The train is not jam-packed today. I sit down without a care. Somebody sits in front of me.

She is the cover girl. Her lips and eyes are the prominent features of her face.

I am not studying them – just staring. I remember the complex calculus exercises I gaped at.

There is a big gap between her physicality and the thoughts that flash before my eyes.

. . .

We love the breeze tonight.

The moon peers over Acasia trees.

She goes merry-go-round with her white skirt. It blooms like Plumeria.

She blushes as she notices my coy amusement.

I feel her soft hands. Feeble.

A walk in the park.

Endless path.

What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I’m not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying

- What a Day by Greg Laswell

Come, let me sing into your ear
Those dancing days are gone
All that silk and satin gear
Crouch upon a stone
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag

I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag

- Those Dancing Days Are Gone by Carla Bruni

A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign, my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time, it’s ours
A fate or it’s a desire
I know

So, I was the lucky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

So let the sunshine, let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

- The Lucky One by Au Revoir Simone

She may go by “Dandelion”.

. . .

A dandelion swirls. A pea shoots. A squash becomes a hat.

A sunny day. A beautiful smile. A heart melts. A love for a night.

Too many people going underground
Too many reaching for a piece of cake
Too many people pulled and pushed around
Too many waiting for that lucky break

That was your first mistake
You took your lucky break and broke it in two
Now what can be done for you
You broke it in two

- Too Many People by Paul McCartney