THAT WHICH GOES UNSAID...

The hotel room had a bluish glow. Reflections of a sign board of another's existence. Infiltrating our rented nights With an ease of childhood innocence Or..In a way that only light can. The first time we saw each other On a December midnight. We were both looking out of our windows Bathed in blue. Down at the red neon washed Balustrade, Care went down the streets As we both stared at the torn jeans And smoke rings create fantasy .... Down far below... Someone played a mouth organ .. Faint music filled the December air. The yearning of soaking the red The euphoric moments of the red Was washed by the pale blue Of the infiltrated existence. I could see it in your eyes And of mine in the glass