a vision of time past

strange and colorful was the dream

fleeting visions of time past

back to a time when the sins were good

from which memory was this taken?

the one of the lost soul in the mirror,

or of the one ready for travel, complete with luggage?

i awaken, the night is no more.

fading slowly are the thoughts of empty hands and hearts with no rythyms.

a single tear falls.