The holding place / The tablets of your memory / Little slivers of death / We can keep finding ways to go further

…is but a dragnet across time
gathering information from fading experiences.
The fine details are forgotten
but the feeling tell you safe or beware.
Don’t override your intuition.

Their eyes
Will always
Look down
On you
Their hearts
Will never
Change

So warm
Your heart
In solitude
A hearth
Of poetic  
Flames...