I treasure light reds and treasure them dark.
I treasure blood colors and the grief of sunsets at sunrise.
Treasure cold fire burning far off, billions of years ago,
Dying, quickly,brilliantly...billions of years from now.
I treasure the msity blue fear and immodest green joy, the hot white
Of pain, brilliantly piercing...a burning blind sun imploding, exploding.
A treasure of words, heavier than gold, more precious
Than rubies...memories of a beautiful friendship: long gone.
A treasure of time standing still...forever...
A moment of fine silver dust: ethereal, ephemeral, eternal?
I treasure light reds and treasure green lights.
I treasure open roads and abandoned highways,
At sunrise.
Treasure a seat at the back of the bus, treasure a book
At the back of the shelves that no one disturbs in the
Empty library.
I treasure a song: honey-colored notes falling like dewdrops
Onto the soft-crying wind.
I treasure the sleep that is soon to come
And treasure the life that will overcome.
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