Sometimes that is all you want to do,
rise above the city of melancholy
and watch the yellowing leaves fall.
Trace shadows of foliage in neon light
and watch our shadows grow tall.
Plant sweet kisses to dull traces of regret
of having loved in spite of it all.
In the branches of despair
Kites of damning thoughts get stuck
And so carefully in your
Chest pockets you must tuck
Fortitude a bird blue
Of all weathers
And find simple joy
In its iridescent feathers.