What Birthdays Mean To Me

Like
Colours
That appear
As evidence
When water meets light,
Birthdays are reflections,
Sweet sure sour droplets of rain.
Some we wash in, some we detest
Like an angry spectrum of fright light
Calling for the birth and death of rebirth,
A wilderness with stars beaming darkness,
A memory trapped inside a child
Of how the taste of sweet lingers,
A tongue tempted to hunger,
A river mirroring
The face of the past,
The future yet,
Of colours
Of us,
Now.

Leonell.