and if the walls of my mind were an audience

perhaps the encore of regrets would justify the applause

or the elaborate performance satisfy the

perpetual absence of illuminated ideas

                animated actions

… recording my words without direction within sulci

upon the fall of the curtain my memory, mimicking my enclosed mind

reminds: forget….

A beacon in tumultuous ocean

Alive like humored faces void of smiles

You drift aimlessly on the lies you believed would shine lovingly

Like the eyes of daisies you forgot to present

                Oh lets not lament that bouquet

For to this day that beacon will but glow

Glistening for the stories in which you wet your toes

So busy finding words and ways you never stopped to smell the rose.