memory

I wonder about memories
How our head is a kaliedoscope
of photons projecting us at 10
At the back of my eyes
Somewhere in my mind
I hit my head against the tree
Stung by 2 bees and
Broke my nose
Blue crystals over the sky
How my head carries memory photons of you and the nights
Hopeless dawns and loud noise
But still
when the weather was always nice.