That Which Evades Me
Memories continually flicker like lingering flashes from a camera, and are as present as the still whispers of a stranger’s eye.
They envelop my broken heart, and mend scars that break, and bleed warm reminders of previous intent.
The dust settles silently in a place of relief and gratitude.
The colors I have seen through the lens of your soul are astounding, and the manifestation of your perspective continuously lures and enlightens me with a great depth of field.
You have great capacity to turn walls to waterfalls that flow rapidly through an atmospheric constant of desire and imperfect beauty, and your sincere attempts will continue to shake the reality that evades me.
11.6.2007
