BrokenEchoes

  What was once a dream That lived in the dark cave In the deepest unseen part of my mind Now sits openly, visible to anyone Under the bright fluorescent kitchen light On the table next to the salt shaker How much further can it go? What other miracles will it perform After clawing its way into existence?

      When we happen to be in the same room By luck or fate or happenstance I urge each second to stretch To expand into minutes, days, lifetimes I want to live in the fleeting insignificant moments Drinking each small adjustment Studying each minute gesture Submerging myself in all of her words This is not to be The seconds slip by, rushed Minutes escape, moment by moment I stumble and stammer I feel clumsy and out of place and out of time My thoughts fall like pine cones on the forest floor The seconds burn away like dry brush in a fire And she is gone again I am left with sooty memories of scattered glimpses.