…A cold wind blows
of heaving reality
Time of shifting sands of
waves and black hole truths
Aurora’s fading
her majestic hue collapsing
fantasy’s yet
another book
in a dusty forgotten shelf
of a darkened
realm
Wounds may be healed but
the memories
scarred in time
will be forever there
like nightmares
underneath the bed
Deviating sweet dreams
painting the blue sky canvass with
a wretched black of
rotting shadows

And so
I close my eyes to
forget…