These images
That sparks words of pen
Are not only ones that I hold as photograph
But memory
Memory in which I live every night as dreams overtake me
Lands of death and magic
That fade intro the unknown with the dawning of the sun
But as the clouds come
The night reveals pieces of itself to my eyes
With the light of day
I only see things of this world
And my home becomes lost
Until once again darkness overtakes my soul