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Like the moment
between sleeping and waking,
the memories
dance across
Red mosaics
on a blue sky

Lying there,
the sun warming
the cheek,
and a soft breeze.
In the distance,
a green hill

Close your eyes,
the wind is coming in
from the sea,
smell the seaweed
taste the salt
Open the doors
you closed before

At seven,
under a tree
the lazy afternoons
of long back,
like sand
in small palms
Look up,
see the leaves
and the rays
pouring in

Open your eyes,
the flood of thoughts
the tranced moonbeams
bringing moments
Reach out,
grab the past
into the present

And him,
on the terrace
on a winter's day
with cups of tea
Hands in hair
Gently,
the love
And the eagle
on the tree
screeching,
spreading its wings
Flying away

Open your eyes,
The gate lets you in
But the gate
also lets you out
The purple waves
lash against
the froth of now
And they shine,
the colours
the reds, the blues, the greens

They are here,
for now.
Let them remain
in the palette
merging with oil
and the painting
will form itself
tomorrow.

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How do we know said…
i like the last paragraph
Wednesday, 26 July, 2006
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