Welcome to My life in the shadows



PHILOSAPHY OF A STROKE
 
Sometimes I feel so small, so insignificant
Standing below God’s crimson clouds
Watching the fading colors of another day
Fold into starlight and moon shadows
Fading blue
                    Fading violet
                                           Fading into the abyss.
 
Now velvet night descends about life,
About earth, about the movements of time
Slipping away from me, leaving me on the dark side
As I twirl expeditiously through space
On an never-ending odyssey of pain and love
In my hopes
                       In my dreams
                                                  In my mind.
 
After all, only the last words remain sound and true,
The last image caught within the innocent eye
And only at that one thin time, that one thin moment,
All else melt away and slip into unconscious memories
Unamplified and faded
                                         Confused with time
                                                                            And always unremembered.

uTAH jAY


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PHILOSAPHY OF A STROKE