Thoughts on Children

Until you hold children of your own....you are far too critical of your own parents...it is only at that moment one can truly understand the vulnerable frailty of mortal human weakness.

Communication lines of sight

Speak! 
The illusions seized behind these eyes
sense more than rainbow colors of visible light.

Temporal

I covet a moment, lost somewhere in the wrinkles of time, when the fingers of my mind could have held the secrets of your heart and studied their elements for traces of me.