even your eyes are ephemeral
everything is pale haze
made almost tangible -
memories of memories and
gently ethereal candle-smoke -
the flickering light casts shadows of weeping

memories like children playing
with red gelatin
their hands squeezing
and fingers oozing
a tiny hand upraised and brought down
- splat

daydreams cost too much money
I bought mine in a used book store
in Denver
where the candles sing like ghosts
made of dreamcrystal and incense -
What does love look like

footsteps echo off walls of Forever
as a thousand censers
swing back and forth -
golden pendulums breathing fire and music
and the spirits of the dying -

Love looks like a kitten made of blue starshine
chasing comets and lightning
with eyes of moondust
and claws of quantum laughter

a gust of wind extinguishes the candle -
love sighed

08/28/2002

Posted on 08/28/2002
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