The sweet, solitary color
A distant, elder sister of my dreams
Confident and unique in your style and hue
A smooth lost melody
Singing on dawns forgotten
To the raw and stark black, white and gray of this time and place
You giggle and turn away
And hold your note
Loud and clear in a thin ribbon of sound
The cool drafts of a long ago reality
I bow to your beauty
And savor your forgotten song
Until you come again
My Zen Brain 