Moment

Flow of energy moves in soft deep waves. The light is bright, but not harsh. Emotion moves like tangled cords. One not connected to the other. Confusing mess of lines. Dreams like bittersweet fruit. Deep chords resonate in the heart like touches of sadness with the rain. Memories play over and over like a broken piano. Past moving close like a shadow at midday. Rage rises like the sea in the tsumami. Graceful arc of the bow across the string piece the ear as they pierce the soul. Doubt settles like the wind in autumn. Screams like poetry and music sound out. Tears looking like diamons and being like zirconias. Change is in patience and patience wears like the edge of a knife. The moment washes over the future like splattered paint on a canvas. Trinkets looked over like scenes from a memory. The flow moves on regardless. Word makes no difference in the play of the moment, almost like upon the stage. Forgotten now as forgotten in the past. Like a newspaper in an alley. Deji vu is only a glitch after all. It’s new every time it happpens all over again. Long life does not always lead into happiness. Regardless, the flow moves on…

Damien