To Be Remembered
The wind is in pieces,
blank sheets with colour
And I await the movement of his wrist
His imagination, his soul, his heart
Poised on the tip of an adventure
Within these soft bristles
Lies another journey
Beyond empty canyons
Far above the borders of a
Medulla oblongata pause
Spirit-searching thoughts
Parading before the hungry eyes
Of an inquisitive mind
Of an innocent glance
An inward trance
A penchant for realities face
Leathered faces appear
New voices calling
Calling me
Calling you
Bring up the thunder of Volatile
Shake these doldrums with
The validation of clarity
Then take this clarity to the
Palette of dreams
The paint is poised on the tip
Of adventure..
Stroke and stroke again
Let it begin..
This first movement of forever,
As March lingers mercifully on
To be remembered, vaguely
If only for a moment
JFTLOI and Tovli’s wonderful FTD phrase
By Bubby
© 2008 Bubby
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