Saturday, January 14, 2017

FLEETING SAND IN TIME


SAVOR THE MOMENT














                    A dusty corner of a fibrous sanguineous chamber












All in a blink
a MURMUR on the breeze
the spirit



An eyelash
a flicker of a flame


























A faint FRAGRANCE
sweet drifting







A sneaky shadow
glittering by the corner
of your vision


Translucent glimpse





Only the skinniest string 
woven through a faded tapestry



























Of cobwebs of diamond dust 




Transient curtain drift




Ephemeral
whisper