we sit next to the fire, wish upon the flames & talk as if we’re immortal

we talk about our thoughts & how they introduce us to more empirical ideas

we talk about ‘the days” & wonder why the formulas change more than we do

sometimes frail exclamations can sound like hysteria

some days irrevocable words guide blind minds

knowledge surrounds those who we call the tinted reflectors

we talk & turn words into roadmaps for illusions

from there we see our pleasures get to a higher meaning

subtle wonders now fancy our conversations about unfortunate events

holding onto our pain we talk about our fears

we talk about the shadows & the footsteps

earth has little humor for humanity‘s soliloquies

and the worlds limbs open & want to be loved

Comments

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on December 01, 2018:

Like the trip the poem takes you on and beautiful imagery. Mark