Lasting longer than I thought
And thinking lasts too long

                                   By Phil Roberts

the false rapture...
all you have to do is hold my hand..

all you have to do is hear my voice..

all you have to do is close your eyes..

all you have do is speck my name..

in the end i will shade the light..

in the end i will pull you back from this false rapture..

in the end i will begin..

sad shades and shadows set sail in this subconscious sea..

where the mirror pacific reflects this beautiful false light..

where i begin to shade us all..

as i crossed over i saw the shadows playing in the midnight sky..

they spun like a dancer made of the shade..

they would touch the sky and leave behind ripples of light..

i was a luminous being to them..

they could not see me..

2 shadows in love held hands in the twilight..

a galaxy of colors came from their holding hands..

they were meant to be...

as i was about to cross back over i noticed a small shadow looking in my direction..

afraid and amazed this small shadow stared at me..

it tried to speak to me..

was this possible?

could this small shadow really see me..

its words were made of different light patterns..

it was very beautiful..

the light patterns spoke to my eyes rather than my ears..

the colors said H E L L O.........