Sail in a Memory

    Faces pressed against the breathless glass.

Silence hangs like low hanging lights illuminating the tips of tongues, fingers, knees, and toes.

Fleeting souls exhale in the tune of harmonicas dueling into the pale morning sky.

Heart felt connection never known outside the mind folds as softly as freshly dried cotton on the window sill.

Inertia sinks in as faces become the backs of head that grow quickly smaller, tracks that slips in and out time.

Romantics float on the damp dew that showers, blank eyes open like candelabras in various tempos.

No hearing, just breathing in flash of colors the movement blinks for us.

The retreats bring us to familiar snow globes.

Faces, and smiles that remain, on loop.

You ask me where I am?

The search will still remain.

Among the drink, but landlocked in the daydreams seasoned in time.

The smell of skies falling over bouquets of paths we cannot take.

Smile and let it in.