adagio

everything slows down

except memories and dreams

time warps space,
alloys of lost moments
in a crucible of new beginnings,
along the way, every point
a point of departure-
for paradise lost,
perhaps remorse,
the arc of a fallen heart
searching for grace ...

here there is no geometry
to circumscribe the possible,
instead perception moves along uncanny vectors,
it can take forever
or an instant
for a moment to live and die,
to be resurrected as pleasure,
pain,
or somewhere in between,
the perfume of skin ...
the taste of tears ...

all at once,
bit by bit
or both.

but it is when memory gathers dream,
as the sky gathers a nightingale,
infinity sings,
and miracles of light
find glacial hearts in thaw ...

this is how we survive the adagio of years,
the decay.