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/Updated on September 9th, 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.