Driven to the granite archipelago
a lone figure, sets a tonal goal;
to cast off shadows like a worn out coat.
Reaching, their torso's expand at the waist
leaning like plants, craning towards the light
each painted cell shakes like a violin string.
A blue eyed boy.
The realisation.
A brown haired girl
They meet in a cloud of private mystery
Octopuses take to the sky like rockets above the isle of Hydra
Colours contraindicating, carefully.
Dance.
