Sparkling disco *****
And music...
I can hear the music
Playing in my ears
I'm dancing with you
The colorful lights
And paper lanterns
Create flickering shadows
And all the while
The disco ***** are twinkling
And the music is forever playing
Some silent song

*~Marian~

Still thinking of those memories.

The very first day of spring,
The trees looked colorful and festive.
The day when I held your hand,
Sitting on the bench at the park.
Flowers blossoming, birds tweeting,
Children playing gleefully.
A little boy playing his violin joyfully,
Chanting for a handout.
No doubt, no worry,
Beautiful was the day we spent.

Time flew away,
Only memories were made.
Time is not ours to own.
It cannot be spent,
It just can be squandered and reminisced.

an image

locked away and lost

gone yet vivid

until my block is tossed

all at once it consumes me

so much that i cannot see

anything in future or past

i cannot last

i remember the pain

striking into my back

i remember the rain

falling like tacks

my mind is frazzled and gone

i cannot see to the new dawn

my mind suffers many casualties

do to uncensored and vivid memories