Caught in the dream.
Believing it’s real.
No need to set the clocks back.
No need to set them forward.
Life automatically
clicks time, into space.
Basking in sky’s
vast timelessness.
Noticing transparent shadows
generously giving way.
Then passively mingling,
with the night’s
cold silhouettes.
Quivering spectrums
of black and white,
designed to emerge
with mournful emotions
and musical melodies
of memory that
color the world
in shades of gray.
Except, for lakes of fire,
and fragments of
barely lit diamond coals
that glow with passion
then, eventually burn out.
Reigniting in
someone else’s
dream.