And hover on the wick of muted memory
A pirouette through time last performed
Temporal temple of desire and hope
Its quickened ghost crashing down in wicked ballet
Sparkling shards of sentiment buried in moist black earth
Love and laughter fire in eternal richocet
Her hand in mine, liquid eyes in reflected twilight
As an infinite echo of an everlasting kiss
From gin joints to starships
Where went the yellow brick road
I was there the day it died
The path to Oz and Tara
Its mushroom dust gave rest at last
One dream left barely escaping
Dreams are always in danger of barely escaping. I say, "let 'em out." Really wonderful meanderings Rick. Loved it. <3
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