Published July 18, 2013 by April Fox

maybe you remember
a time when
the sky was small and vast and
concealed in the palm of your
tiny pale hand and wide,
stretched tall against the bleak black
backdrop of the

maybe you were just as small
and invincible
and grand.

maybe you remember when each note of a
tune fell
one by one
into your open, empty head
piling up like lincoln logs
building magic out of nothing
and you stood atop the structure
in your mind and played
with the stars

you remember
photo flashes and night
and the sun like a torrential rain crashing
down and burning you
until you froze to death
captive, held
by a smile and a line
from a long-forgotten
not yet written

or maybe you are simply
restless atoms,
nothing touching
and turning it
to glass.

4 comments on “Maybe.

  • This was intoxicating, lyrical to the point of being outside of words. Part of me tells me there was indeed a time I should be remembering where it is everything you described. Total magic!


  • I’m speechless….
    Your writing has such flow and each word is there for a reason.
    I love your writing style and will look forward to reading more from you in the future.
    Keep it up! 😀

    P.S. cool blog layout and theme


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