Flashes
.
.
light
from the basement
dripping down his calf
flashes
of brilliance
washing past too fast
in moments somehow singled
out of barely half a glance
nighttime dances blithely
changing as if cast
from pages overfilled
with endless dreary words
fire breathing backwards
beneath it all at last
warning off the ghosts
watching
thrill-enhanced
.
.
Relative Something 
so many thoughts for so little words. amazing and lovely. thankyou. Stay true and search for beauty (its never far away)
empressalice
November 17, 2011 at 7:31 am