Moonbeams...

Memories of futures passed...
dwell in my eyes
as the days of night and
nights and nights
and nights
each slowly grow into tomorrows
that remain the yesterdays
of my life.

Change unchanging...
Stillness in motion...
the halted flow -
where DO we go?

Why?
Unanswered moments abound
leaping each for attention
that wasn't found...
nor given...
nor forgiven.

Touched as always
yet only within...
life tasted
jalopeno` sweet.
While outside...
eyes stare so blank - so still -
mere empty vassals with vessels full
of meaningless symbols...
timeless chaff.
Each seems to pointedly, pointlessly mock
with diamond etched smiles
on such thin veneer,
as aimlessly drifting past
each turns from side-to-side...
I AM here... I AM...
here...
hear?

"Moonbeams..."

Moonbeams... flitter and gleam
and fly and flow and follow...
close but so very, very far.
Do even 'they' dream?
Have even 'they' memories?
Are there shared 'stars'...
awash with their 'light' in the darkness,
where with dilated time to an unending pause,
a moment can be held so tight
that tears cannot flow for a night...
just one night?