And so it was, the night warmth triggered an emotive memory, so repressed, so distant, yet so close to the heart.
Years passed with no reprise, the memory, etched in stillness of summer air, perhaps the reason for conjugation ‘tween the night and I.
Tranquility opened mindful antiquities. Marauding fireflies gleamed visions hidden only by the darkness, like flashes of another life colliding with relative sensibilities. How elaborate, the night, to hide what dreams may come. How intriguing, the mind, unleashing what only the night would hide.
A thought, a simple smile, a youthful grin, perhaps a mile to the nearest reality; a walk in the moment, hand to hand, chain in band, memories cradled betwixt midnights and minds.
With stillness aglow, flashes of fireflies engulfed all remnants of a fleeting time. Like the funnel of a wild wind, the past vanished as quickly as it befell. Perchance the images created will glow in another summer’s realm, to live again, outside the memory of the mind.
Alone in silence, whistling winds with swirling leaves pecked grandly on the evening’s floor. In the distance, a songbird sang the final chord of recollection, as if to say, the day would soon dawn.
Years passed with no reprise, the memory, etched in stillness of summer air, perhaps the reason for conjugation ‘tween the night and I.
Tranquility opened mindful antiquities. Marauding fireflies gleamed visions hidden only by the darkness, like flashes of another life colliding with relative sensibilities. How elaborate, the night, to hide what dreams may come. How intriguing, the mind, unleashing what only the night would hide.
A thought, a simple smile, a youthful grin, perhaps a mile to the nearest reality; a walk in the moment, hand to hand, chain in band, memories cradled betwixt midnights and minds.
With stillness aglow, flashes of fireflies engulfed all remnants of a fleeting time. Like the funnel of a wild wind, the past vanished as quickly as it befell. Perchance the images created will glow in another summer’s realm, to live again, outside the memory of the mind.
Alone in silence, whistling winds with swirling leaves pecked grandly on the evening’s floor. In the distance, a songbird sang the final chord of recollection, as if to say, the day would soon dawn.
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