I will never, forget you
Your colours are vast
And your hearts, are many
Interwoven with the past.
You have gathered your mind
In places of kind
And you throw
Red and pinks on the night
And on the day

Gardens – of an admirable yellow.

I see, when we are alone
The blues and the greens
Of uncertainty
And I see, your solid golds
Consoling them.

I feel the grey, passing
From this day
And the four corners of the world -

Unfurled, within your palms.

© Deborah Gordon 2008

('I will never forget you')