within the seconds of our lives
are maps that show where we've been,
where we're going,
where we are..
they present the easiest method of escape.

if only we could stop moving,
the big picture hides withing the most minute.



i've seen you so many times inside these
like a heron, a floating dove
like a hurricane I wrap around my fingers
always fall short of touching
the most vivid and valid of my dreams..

the only way I recognize my own face
is through constant repetition
but still the mirror dulls the real sense of self
it is only a reflection and I am actual
or so it seems at times like this.

I always thought of you as the sun
and myself as that split in the mood
right where the dark meets the light

but there are a few things that I know completely
like the day I'll die, and the smell of spring like amaze of honey.
I will hold these things close to my heart
the reoccurring images of the
things I won't regret.

Once more I admire the frail
when they break they gaze so beautifully...