My thoughts lost.
Somewhere in time.
An emotion.
Too easy to bare.

I am in a wonderful place.
Where the light burns the skin,
and the shade hides inside.

An unnamed feeling,
clawing at itself in brilliance.

A thought sparks from its talons.

A wonderful place.
A perfect place purified persistently
through peoples' scrutiny of it.

A place where your skin pulls on the bones.
It is all too easy.

And the shade prevails when light is absent.

GRAHAM MURPHY