Passer-by

I am a downpour
in a sun-soaked beach,
the small spill
on a bottled quink;
I am the blues
in the sunset sky,
and a deer
on a dirt road
passing by;

I am the flares of light
on a photo you love,
and the small tear
on your favorite gloves;
I am the shipwreck
of your peaceful seas,
and the ghost
in your childlike dreams;

I am lingering, living
know nothing of my misdeal;
I am where you are
and I exist where you exist;
I am a piece of life,
disrupting only little;
I am a grey shade of color
in a solemn painting
you mistake for errors.