The joy of a snapshot, permanent memories in an instant.

“Don’t look back in anger”, I heard him say.

The color of candlelight reflected in black eyes. The dreams in black and white. The smoky smell of good wine. The taste of delicate spices. A panoply of sensual delights making it an evening to remember.

We walk through these
Musical moods, holding the notes
Of everyman’s hopes

Slivers of sunshine
Divide our shadows
Into queuing quavers

Her leavened voice to our side
Slithers and slides
Through the heavy air

Naked is our core
A collection of sparks
Lit by glowing music motes

Inevitably, our heart strings
Are rooted in this land of
Enlightened enthusiasm

Fame and death are my foundations. So many great souls sleeping in quiet corners only to tip toe around and whisper dark secrets to each other in the night. Come, come inside and get reflected in the soft light of accumulated genius.

Who wants to lead the Senate and thereby rule the Galactic Empire?

Feel like climbing up and standing there with him, above all worldly affairs and surveying the world spread out before us.

The thousand watts power of a perfect smile!

In a world fast losing its hold on sanity she prays. For deliverance. For forgiveness. For peace. For hope. She prays in the mistaken expectation that someone somewhere is listening.

A world of innocence in her eyes. So precious. So beautiful.