As my thoughts drift along each moment
the candles in the room flirt with the walls of ignorance
I am waiting for answers
Too many corners inside
While stepping outside … I can see what I think
as the figurines from the shadows hypnotically rise and dance into light
Sitting on the porch
gazing at the stars while the moon kisses the lake
rocking back and forth in granny’s chair
hoping to grasp the slithering tail of time
before it slips by
Oh … that sweet nectar of memories
dripping like honey into my mind
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