beware
or snare
you're starting to catch
the slow wind's
tracing of your hair
on the back of your back
on the moment
striking with a bit of care

beware
or snare
think you're catching it
the smallest change
the never ending chain
switching its palette
switching its paint
trading its cards
dreaming of the afar

beware
a thing so mere
a print of rare
a timeless affair
is it ever fair?
to be snatched from such
a thing you couldn't once bare
is it ever fair?
to get numbed on pain
that you can't differentiate the sane
the feast of the once have been
a kind you can't locate its where
or its were
not even dating its wares

                                                                                          ------ravenfeels