in pursuit of the elusive,
in layers of memory
that remain long after you have gone
the way the rain
stripped the paint away
like all the colors of sunset
burned bright but would not stay.
Some are soluble in rooms
where background music looms
like neon tripped out on wet pavement.
Exposed to the elements
disposed and irrelevant
like a withered fruit, the sun
falls over the cliffs of the sky and disappears.
On the last breath the sea receded
and let go of all that was no longer needed.
One gaze to become the eye
One maze to wander through
and come out alive.
Thoughts in tact and without doubt
One raised fist to defy
the great dark and desolate drought.
The fear forgotten
like the last pebble
tossed into the ocean seeking bottom.