" elegy for the grand dream "


memories of childhood in those places become long like the shadows as the lean into twilight.

the golden hour exhales upon those thoughts, and become of a time.

a day closes on past joys and frustrations alike.

we find ourselves two parts somber, one part thankful, and one part hopeful for new dreams to emerge.

finding a phoenix within the Self isn't that hard with such memory to fuel the constitution forward.

tonight's homework:

sing a duet.