by 1 member
Remembering. Tears and dreams past fall like. Shooting Stars lost to our naked. Eyes. Hands. Souls. Reaching back. To clasp the fading. light. Don't forget the way. buoyed on tear-rafts. Wading in tangles of reverie. Which hang, swaying, amidst lagoons of tragedies long gone. Hold onto maps. Penned by determined hearts. Convinced to hand down. The way to that place. Where inspiration resides. The island of fond poets. Hearts softly crooning. "I was there." as hazy suns set. On eclipsing horizons where. Memories. fade into: _mist_