Mirage (a dream)

Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream? ~ Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within A Dream. Like fleeting thoughtsOn ephemeral nights,Like icicle tears,And blinding lights.Like molten silver,Solid gold,Like dying warm,And living cold,Like burning fires,Embers dead,Like perfect lies,And things unsaid. They say:Humans come and humans go,Good times too and strife,But what if we…

The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…