Voyage

VOYAGE

A summer voyage

Bears the desert dust of

Uber-bright days.

Beneath the half-closed lids of

Sun-hazed eyes,

Cornflower blues merge with the aureate

Mirages wafting above

Gray reality.

Sweltering, but sweet.

Still the pictures that come so fast,

Pouring from the mocking stars—

Flooding the veins of a miscalculated

Desire for

The impossible.

Warm blocks of time,

Pulsating rhythms,

Alcohol-induced daydreams,

Melting ice, and

Strangers—so beautiful—

Drifting through the lit streets

Of a ravenous mind

That can only remember memories as 

          mirth—

Only recall the golds and smiles of a

          season long gone—

Only hope to grasp such

A globe of embellished recollection

With fingers

All . . . too . . . real.

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