Oculi Obscura (DarkEyes...)

Random Thoughts,

the Candid Camera am I,
and in a way,
(most times)
don't understand
what's been written

until it's be reread

(for the first time)
and each Time is the First Time:

is that not a moment Sublime,

Surreal;

to Think and Feel

such things but forget them
moments later,

when the Bloom is off the Rose,

or so that old saying goes;

once created
from memory it flees,

as if the writing had been the Need
not the Remembrance,

but the Sweet Release...
April 16, 2015
12:35 PM