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.
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.
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.