Softly I shudder
at the relapse of wonder
as if by a stroke of good fortune
I remembered all that once was
and now stands alive in my memory.
To take it all in and never hold back,
let dreams be free and no nightmares last,
this shortened decay on my vulnerable brain
feeds my head for awhile, but it’s soon to pass,
inevitable, though true, it could be you.
Like a lightbulb burned out by its own power,
illumination resides in the spark
and not what happens after the fading shower.