Stirred By Moments

Lately, summer nights growl louder as ghastly images slither about, wandering through mind's labyrinth that my thoughts crawl upon the floor. Who knows more than I concerning all those memories slowly dripping to accumulate left to right of my eyelids, just below sunken cheekbones that rise up to dry away, when reveries of her shadow bring back a hazed mirage; when young love replays its old tunes. Gradually, sparks of imagination burst into minuscule lights; phrases from shells on the beach, words flooding through rear-view's mirror entice. The sky grows more plump while each cell in my body hungers for more pulses-- and while I need to understand how this special moment can stir a hundred portraits, there are no answers each time the bedroom lamp goes out. Brian's 2 Contest