I Talk Much Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I talk much

I see the time in the clouds
In the west
Colourful; blood-like
As fog.

And I know it will soon
Evaporate

'Hey…'
I shout and want to talk.

I know of us…
Both gone in seconds…

Bye.

I see the wave
I see the wind
And the breeze
And the leaves
Coming to life
Dying; falling.

And your eyes
When they stare at…
Can it be me?

With each…
Even you…
In distance
Unreachable

I talk
I talk much
With love
With joy.