The way is unclear,
A passage leads forward.
Its way may be blocked –
challenges of size unknown.
to something bright perhaps.
All this in a moment’s dash.
…um einfach eine Weile zu Schwiegen….
no thoughts of mine are solid
>I check everywhere, waiting for a word from you<
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.
my dreams tell me there is a train through canada to the netherlands
She says she is a dork… with fruit in her hair, short bus pass money… and tripping in her bright purple skirt as she balances a full box of fresh peaches.
ah most glorious.