Gone or Begun

You shape to sit symphonies
with the fifth

dimension recall procession,
waking to every eyelash
that chooses to blink.

I swept dreams
and often break necklaces,
I wept in hot hair
and over time too.

Spitting raspberry jam pips,
we grew grass sparrows
in desert springs.
The hands to hour
your colours.

The done is the dusk,
the dawn is now,
and forever is simple.
Gone or Begun.