There is a place
not here or there
but somewhere.
Infinite fractals,
shattering in time.
Reflections,
In broken glass.
To blades of grass,
to grains of sand.
A finite countless,
infinity.
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On the beach
where i stand
toes buried
deep in the sand
to each
their own
was worried
but no more.
Just a moment wavering in the air,
holding on before it unfurls.
Gently letting go with care,
as it whirls away in those blue ivory curls.
A hug, a caress, a touch…
of a second which seems so faint.
Yet to not have enough,
to uncouple the real and the feint.
All that is left here is echos,
all that is left here is echos.
A moment,
life flickers
like film
in a reel.
Rewound,
frame by
frame.
Today,
yesterday,
every day.
Happiness,
sadness,
every emotion
between.
Reel
runs out
cuts
to black.
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High Beam Daydream
Go where the road untangles and unfurls
by those cliff side views over those blue curls
lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.
Only sense of direction is the road ahead
no going back just only forwards instead
as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.
The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore
those high beams persist only for Salvadore
the light bends around the corner then no more.
Months have come and went,
time left and spent.
Moments of eternity and bliss,
here now to witness.
A blink as blue skies,
turn grey in old eyes.
Bells have began their knell,
and leaves have all but fell.
Hold on,
cold song,
I long to live.
The wind blows
where does it go
nobody can know.
The river’s flow
topples like dominoes
through the meadow.
Out the window
of the small chateau
grows
an old willow.
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The Soloist
The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument,
an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one.
An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate,
knowing the bond that is formed now may never be undone.
The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade,
a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony.
Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed
the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.
This temporary music spreads out into infinity,
where all is left is the memories.
Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity,
where all is left is the reveries.
The house lights went out, the musician left gasping for air.
Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn’t care.
Images we carefully hang on the wall
hung carefully so it might not fall.
Ripples of water, reflections of the night sky
and inflections of why, words came but all authors’
pens dried and faltered, moments of the divine
lost to the sacrilege of time, senses came but altered.
Darkness came and surrounded,
confusion came and confounded,
as deep as valleys, as tall as mountains,
heartbeat in chest pounded.
Little lamp lead the way, the end is not today.
Tomorrow will come and stay, so do what I must to stay
a lit by this gentle flame, as all of will not be in vane.
I said aloud in a moment of panic to stay sane.
But time came and the light did not falter,
faith grew in this little, little light of mine,
and it grew to shine without any signs of alter.
Hope flickered as the flame stayed a lit on the twine.
Alone and afraid, frayed rope dwindling
burning as vibrant kindling, however closer did it fade
luckily in the darkness laid, countless stars swindling.
My heart rejoices as I have made it to the rekindling.
No longer alone, no longer afraid
pulse dropped, pounding laid to rest
the stars came and a lit my flame
I need to thank them all by name.
As I laid staring up at the stars,
feeling so small and alone on Mars,
I forgot all of the people who have came
who shared their flame and allowed me to share my flame.
I hope I can keep being your flame,
and a piece of yours mine.
Days will be dark and dreary,
but glow on and glow forth into the night.