Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Twilights First and Last Dance

Poetic ghosts of familiar personalities find their way to the dance floor, etching seems and wrinkles in time. Capsulating a life time of experience in the blink of a moment. All that was plays out for one teary set of eyes. The gentle hum of music plays out an emotional rollercoaster, crashing into tears and rising into smiles. Father time relaxes in the moment relishing in his uselessness. The creator takes created by the hand, introducing young eyes to the true beauty of existence.