Thoughtless Memory

Words come close but expose the void

between experience and translation, sun set and sun rise...

To capture a moment could be to lose it simultaneously 

Fickle Floating Feelings 

Flowing Fumbling Fruit; 

An aroma so sharp yet thoughtless in form.

Visionary essence tastes crisp with a worldly charm 

To hear a sound is to watch a wave crash,

loaded with the green of grass,

flowing eventually pass 

        These Words, they challange what is felt within boxes 

        but where does experience begin? 

        Will capturing a moment imply memory or not? 

        For thoughtlessly we feel vibrant within 

Capture...

Hand on my lower back,  pulling me closer 

Capture...

A moment of creation at the piano 

Capture...

Memory loaded with the brown of grass 

Once glowing green 

flowing eventually pass 

    Capture

    Me

 

 

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