chagall backdrop

Old friends, sad hearts,
new ways and fresh starts,
seems the elements we lack
are starless nights and indigo,
blinking lights way up there,
people come then they go on-time,
reclined in seats, half-moon-bound flights,
wane gentle, then more, until no more.

I drink pekoe at night in the back;
in my cup I watch planets swirl.

© Chagall 2014