Later That Evening

Later That Evening by Odin Roark Later that evening We saw sounds of lightning’s wings Touches of symphonic batons The fragrance of paint awaiting canvas The images of inner peace The taste of weightlessness So many sensations Unavailable during the day You remember? So easy It was The we of me Of you Oneness Reserved For collective beingness We let the flames warm The day’s frozen fears Our sun-cloud enlighten doubt Simplicity personify permanence As we gave away The need for nothingness You do remember Don’t you? Such were our times together What only one’s muse and charge Can know All else is illusion Remember?