im not a poet, but a complete lack of paints in the vacinity drove me to write this last night. I guess this concludes another interesting year...

Dusk*
Her night soft faded to his day
slipped away
barefoot through rainblue streetlight
shy- an indigo retreat
a forgotten lullaby

She merged with his horizon
-the perfect hiding place
whispered to a hundred, but nobody gave
chase. -a jaded ember gaze
In congealing honey haze

Her head she soothed in midnight
mud- in snowmelt earth she lay
moonsoup puddles still reflect
reflections of the day

*We are jigsaw puzzle pieces all floating out in the vacuum, and its not enough that in this 6.3 billion piece puzzle there are only 4, 3 or maybe 2 (if you are a corner piece) other pieces that can fill your gaps... and its not enough that you mabye maybe bump into that piece. The time the place the angle- all must be aligned before you can even touch edges, see if your gaps fill theirs... We will never see what the big picture is; there is no box cover to peek at...

--Faye Faye