Unusuals

Colours of the invisible breeze,
Voices of the silent mountain,
Warm breaths of the moon,
Icy sighs of the sun;
 

To the ears, impossible notions,
Oxymoronic fantastical unusuals.
 

And yet, to me they are everydays, usuals
Only in these notions, I find happiness,
And to dwell within them, ever I seek reasons;
 

For nowadays, these are the only places
Where I get to meet you, all seasons.