The expanding sun
lords over shrinking shimmering reflections
of moments leaving their impressions
on nothing at all.
Colors scatter along surfaces
making delicate room
for loose pigments of the imagination
to float by.
Memories fade into recollections
of the best of times, which cling
with each fibrous breath to each breath
keeping them lit.
Only the ticking menace
stealing away every clearly visible shape
and brightly shone hue
can turn a blind emotion.
Turn blind and deaf and dumb to all
that is meant to inspire and fill with joy
as easily as they are meant to one day