i am bill murray

lost in translation


i orbit

a spectator
from
a distance

watching this
neon theme
park

dance
to
some
firework rhythm
i cannot join




my mind
escapes beneath waves
of
memories

the dark knight thinks
of batgirl


of

turquoise serenity
enveloping
our bodies

of

words coming easily
for
a
change

of

the last
light of a
perfect day,
its deep golden
fingers
washing
over you
next
to
me




of

those moments
of overflowing

bliss



of

a sunset amongst ruins,
the ocean
a mirror
for the
heavens


























where do you lie now do our dreams
coincide?