In a search for your regard,
I lost my identity:
A cost that I paid to get
Your free indifference 

Where we had never ventured
We had room, at least, to dream —
Responsibilty spread
In whispers to the new heights

Among kisses of color
We breathed in the first moments,
A thirst from deep within us
Seeking out deeper waters

Bring your eyes and cameras:
The flowers are in riot,
Masked out by springtime quiet
And indifferent to blood

A long run on a warm day,
Breeze as light as a sweat drop,
And sound that goes to just... stop
Like a friend you used to call

While reading Santayana
I learned that those who do not
Remember quotes are doomed to
Constantly misapply them

Come quiet on the green rise:
Explorers, lovers, wishers —
All that covers experience
And all that lies underneath

Love, a university:
Learning and getting ahead
In fresh walls and a new bed,
Soon, and empty monument

For hope and love of wisdom,
They travel these yards and halls,
Ever searching in these walls
For what isn’t to be found