the place is flashing. moments come and I remember all.
yet a passing later It is gone,
leaving but a ripple slowing crossing my mind to tickle me with doubt and longing.
The epic propotions and details in that moment.
The half remembered faces and loves I had.
Those warm rocks or sunny skies or snow covered fields, what they were I do not know,
What oceans I crossed, mountains I moved or homes I built while watching it all collapse.
That dream that was and consumed now consumes me from its forgotten ashes.