Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...

Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...

There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...

Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...

Today I saw the sun come up
and wondered at the beauty of the world...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...