Blurs

A memory that brings tears to mind.
A blur of thoughts and emotions and feelings.
The meaning I searched for but cannot find.
Just a blur of thoughts ideas and things.

Suddenly I remember a face, a face I cannot place.
A name I have forgotten, I cannot remember.
Maybe one that never was, one that has no trace.
A voice like all and nothing that was and was never.

A joy at the memory.
And a silence as it ends.
A forgotten story.
That makes reality bend.

You wonder if they ever were.
If their name ever was.
Or if they are all they are.
Just a thought and a voice.

A figment in your mind.
Trapped behind the blinds.
Sad and alone, as you sit on the throne.
A jester or figment for your entertainment.

A player in dreams and schemes.
that is ignored, a slave, construct, nothing more

Wind

There in the wind.
Blossoms so beautiful.
They must be sin.

In the heart of every gust.
A colour that overcomes.
A lust.

So strong.
It makes the trees sway.
And dance along.

A love so steep.
That the rivers sing.
Calling out from the deep.

Between love and pain.
Between death and life.
The wind remains.

But to carry the leaves.
To carry the colors.
To new eves.

Life death.
Lust and pride.
In every breath.
Till it dies.