AND you   in and within colors
  of my fragmented memories —
i cannot believe how you are within
my system so within my arms
    so shall we paint images:
that release all minds — Picasso
and Matisse and those who died by
the colored broken brush of painting
  —    to find you it’s a struggling
dangerous moment ; to make you believe
   washing away your tears to make you
believe in me — so good so fine and
we go where-ever we go;  so baby come
home, come home again___after centuries
alone.
   All for you.
      Oh.  All for your love. (nothing too
compare — to you)
 OUR love is all for you__________
 is it too late?  too late to wind-down
   entropy and all those equations
make me question human-Organic minds>>>>
baby coming home.  You coming home.
     :starbursted::