CONFLUENCE
Dreams of grandfather
confessing his love...
Memories of children;
school can be rough.
Remembering dreams
filled with men and with kisses...
What it was to be young
and often how vicious...
It all seems important
but is gone in an instant...
It all seems so fragile
yet oddly insistent...
Every blink of my eyes
brings more thoughts to pin me...
It all seems so varied
yet crashes within me.
Written by Jason Wright
September 8, 2011