Enter quickly
Look around
The attic
Far above
Swirling patterns
While hands draw
Each other

I catch an ephemeral glimpse
That lasts forever. . .
The silence is blinding
Blury if you will
Caught in a nightshade
Of beautiful red passion

All my heart, stony cold
My mind seems empty
Daydreams of her are all I know
Rooted somewhere in my mind
A place there
I never used to find

Vivid thoughts inside my head
Of imaginary ideas
Though some not real
Even so, some taken too lighly
Yet, some just there
Swriling in clouds of dust

Exit dear
Turn away
The basement
Far below
Straightened lines
While my mind
Erases your memory

-Terry Rowland