Memories

Drifting beneath twilight's faint light, memories fade to dry brittle things. Hoarded within black spots, twined between new and old. Dreams should hold these fragile thoughts, only they blur during the shadowed dark. They stretch among swirling colors, shut away behind closed eyes. Dawn chases twilight gone, hurtful notions swept under a blanketed purple-pink sky, waiting to paint the bleak night again.

©1998, Christie Benson

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