Wednesday, June 25, 2014

in theory

shifting sands hold no heat, or memory
and despair is for special occasions
light is wonderfully transparent
and unsullied with shades of emotion
flipped torch like into the past
to brush light the future
in a continuous moving blaze
and little burns, large black holes
are figments of the imagination
synaptic lapses, easily recovered
with time, love and laughter