Lucid Picasso

Lucid Picasso. Foggy state of mind. Love.

Lucid

A vivid Picasso

Yet has sundered and withered over time

Now asymmetrically different

My approach

My closeness

Bridges spanning straits

Distantly tethered to shores and instances

Once clasped closely souls in need

Most of which peer defeat

Emotions torn and limited

Now soaked in semi-opaque glass

A fogged retreat

I don't believe I'd tame pain,

Just by placing hands on your symmetrical frame

Your shoulders

Identical beings

Calm demeanor of the Great Blue Heron

I'd have patience,

And wait on a bench with time

As it takes light-years to wonder across minds

And constellations,

Teleporting

A more favorable means of transportation

I'd ask how are you,

How are you doing in the place you're in right now,

And I'll always stand a solider as shelter and shade in rain,

When then sun falls down

On your sides when tides breach levees,

The concrete's worn thin.

Across the river

But here

Sincerely,

A friend.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem reminds of my friends who are always patient with me. How they are always there for me even when times get rough.