.

                  Trail of Ashes

It left its Mark,—a Shallow Scar—

   As a flash that leaves our Vision spotted—

A Song still Trapped inside our minds—

   The smoke that Clings to Last Night's Clothes.

                            ~

When Time Arrives, we notice the Crime*

   Of invisible Hands stealing from us

And in the Place of what was Taken

   We are given, Nothing.

                            ~

Memory, they say, is the Gift of Time—

   But what of Now?—as we Remember?—

What could Become of this Moment,

   If Time did not steal it as well?—

                            ~

Its Gracious Gift, now unrecognizable—

   A Face once known, just as our Own—

A Voice now faint, and quickly receding

   Away from all that we've been Given—

                            ~

For who knows Magic like no other?

   Than Levitating Minds alone?—

Than Poems and Songs of the Cosmic Dream?—

   Than the dire Moments of Love and Bliss?—

                            ~

...I've spanned a continent with a single Blink:

   A Spark of Darkness—Brief Eternity—

Where laws are broken and there is no Ground

   To keep us from sinking In...

                            ~

The exhaled Atmosphere of a sigh

   Shoots Life through the barren, Silent Land—

Forgotten by the Worlds around us,

   But known, via Echoes of Time.

                            ~

Our Place remains a distant memory

   Caught in the Tangles of ill perception—

Struggling to grasp the Passing Glance

   Of Times's Fiery Escape.

  

                                                 *Sound