Amidst the sensations
              That float among us
We dip our faces in the
                                         Color of emotions.
We cannot cry
We cannot choose
We cannot scold
We cannot run
For when death gives
                             Wings to us all.
Our souls will have fully lived.
And we
            Will be
                       Whisked away
To the ether, behind the curtain
                                                     Unknown.
Smiles dwell till the sun.

Unconscious images spill their essence
In the flora of your mind.
Do you remember.
Can you remember.

Memories engraved paint your eyes colored
Once you reminisce on a dissipated friend.
The smell of their harvest is now nothing
But a fragrance.

Glasses filled with red wine
Scattered among the room of chatter.
The birth of the week
Marked this day right here.
Circular eyes, circular mouths
Washed by ease as they dance.
Were in the land
Of sighting sound
And smelling touch.
No grievance to
Ponder this abrupt breath.
Only time to feel.
Buried under the mind’s
Silky smooth
Composition.
Take ten to visit the bathroom.
Men and women
Latched to slammed doors
Walk above the tiles
Half harboring mistakes
Out of the need to show.