<font color="red">Metamorphosis</font>

I. Shyly waiting to See, be close enough To touch, naps by the Phone to hear it ring. Sits listening to The nightingale's song Without light, sight and Smiles at news of spring. II. Ice cream kisses by The cool pool, eyes closed, Head bowed, and whispers Of forget me not. Paints the living room In a blue hue and Laughs when fashion Savvy friends declare it hot. III. Didn't lie, didn't cry when Innocent neighbours Asked why his picture Was gone from the wall. Caught feathers on my Fingertips, watched them Blow, watched them flow in Memory of fall. IV. Forgets his name, he Does the same, and doesn't Mind when love letters Are covered in mold. With open doors, bare Feet on floors, wonders Why I've forgotten The encroaching cold.