A Conscious Thought...

Dancing,
with faeries aflight,
softly distant dreams
of the nights
and days
past and to come.
Laughing to the streaming tears,
gently smiling at all the fears.

It was
mere lifetimes ago,
in another world
and place
and time,
there was music
in the aire...
and heart and soul.

Sounds both heard
and seen...
damn, even felt...
unlike the joys?
albeit pains
(softly chuckling)
of the now.
Moments so fully shared
the memories dared linger
through and despite the age
and ages.
Always touching and flavoring
all that still is
with the spice
of what was.

Dancin'.

Yeah,
dancin'.

Movin' to the memories,
lingering haunts,
possesive dreams.
Alway apart
of life's infinite schemes
and emotional themes.
Tying all together
so neat and septically sweet...
clean.

Faeries ARE
the most fanciful dreams,
don't you think?
So aptly named,
for the freedom
given a soul's flight.
Their musical melodies
entrancing nights
and mellowing the days
as each in turn
follow one the other.
Defining the nows
in golden ways
of yesterdays...
even the ones
that were but wishes,
unreal...
just... wishes.
But... that is life,
always and ever.

Dying...
my unicorns all gone,
fading to light
not the black as is said.
Pulled within and apart
from the infinitessimal,
just... touches
to a heart.
Doing what needs be done
though a 'Cervantes' I'm not.
Crying? No, just being.
Living the moment
as I must...
for is all one ever has...
their moment then dust.

Missing what wasn't,
yeah, I do...
and what isn't
and what couldn't have been
as well.
But heck,
"Isn't this Hell?"