Like fireflies, her memories glowed and faded.
Their time had not yet come.

Cerano 2018
Melodic words fell on deaf ears.
Cold Steel
The sound of music, and screams.


Posted on September 16th, 2018

As in "stream of consciousness." No real commentary other than on Cyrano. It saddens me that so few people appreciate when a piece of poetry is written for them (even love poems). I suppose it reflects on the fading interest in the art form, and perhaps the lack of realization that words written contain a piece of the author's soul.