Chase the Wind

I am full with ideas that will die with me;
I am the wife of vanity and sleeplessness,
and the friend of selfishness.

I look smashing tonight
But you are singly beautiful,
and crush my smashing thoughts.

We chase the wind together.

My shaking hands glue friendships together.
They write stories on acid paper.
They share things which will not last.

Are you gluing things that will last forever?

You wear eternity.
I want to live forever.

Pilots want radio play.
Paintings beg to be seen;
they rot in darkness.

I am falling apart.

You will never fall apart.
Fear of the eternal makes me smile a smile I know you will forget.
My ideas fall apart.

I do not believe in this photo, for it will be forgotten.

But I believe in you.