A flash followed by a hiss of pain
proceed chronically throughout the day
a moan and despair
the flicker of memory with a mistake
and I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand
yet it keeps pulling me in


Far on the melancholy horizon
with hues of amethyst and sapphire
a single daffodil blooms against the spotlight
I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand
and through a flare of clarity, a dream manifests into truth
echoes of glory pound along with the soft breeze
yet it stops all too sudden
and my fingers brush daffodil solace
all before quicksand swallows the promise of freedom
and keeps pulling me in