“Flawless” Memories

Inspired by Todd Gray’s “Purnima”

Leaning on the cool table, in a bastion of solitude,

Serene, holed in her “home”

If it really is a home.

Emotions immaterial, surrounded only by the blank beige walls

Physical needs frivolous

In a room, empty as the future, for who knows

What made this lonely life flawless,

no…- flawfull.

No.

Still.

The verdant jungle spoke no more

Like time stopped, moving back,

again pulling her away,

Away the vines grab and pull, snaking in every slit surrounding her

Time halts in the now silent jungle, encompassed by the sharp drip.

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

Tick

Tock

She leaned back into her past,

The flowers from her dress expanding

She flew as a bird, wings a rainbow raised over the bustling streets,

Of a city protected, a grey wall ordained.

Flying high above the paradise of memories.

Memories that still are.

of motion, of warmth, of children who departed,

like a piece of wood at sea,

Drifting in the paradise of plant and man,

Men who moved against the birds, frolicking along the streets where children played,

An afterthought of restless years gone by.

Yet everything remained still.