They cannot be contained.
I've known them as friends
Since my earliest memory.
The things they tell,
Splash about in my mind
With no command.
I have mourned through words
And have built anger from stories.
They have led me into places
I've never thought I'd go.
Imagine
Alaskan Northern Lights;
Pinks and greens gleaming brilliantly
Across the darkened sky.
Rome;
Coliseums eroding slowly from rain
And wore down from gladiatorial battles.
Tell me more stories
About the darkness in war
Or of a passionate romance blossoming.
Fine print made to cause selected dreams
Into reality.
