All of those words
All of those rhymes I wrote
Are bleeding into one
One memory
One vision of what we are
What we have ceased to be.
Memories of times we had
Times that will never be
Again
Time stops,
Preparing me for the next jump
Into a world I never thought I’d see
Again
Time falls
Back into the memories of the heart
Intertwined in incongruent patterns
Shadows mingled with the blazing light
Hiding
Waiting
Pondering in silence
So loud that it hurts,
To even breathe.
Moonlit Poetry 