Like a blank canvas
Strewn about the sky
A theory of longshots
Forever crossing the sea

Sailing to the forefront
Of mind and maritime
Need to put the pieces together
Still just treading endlessly

Pictures of places and people
Long since experienced
Words hanging still in the dead of memory
Vibrant and alive yet somehow dull and faded

Last night I lay under those stars
Today I walk the city streets
Past blank faces in dingy bars
Last night I swam in the ocean
Today I dream of how it felt

These things in memory, effervescent
Existing just long enough to leave an impression
Before fizzling away