Places to hide, images altered
lurking inside, reality fades.
Things not denied, but truth that has faltered;
thoughts that defied; memory jades.
dusks, it is said, steal the lines from our eyes
Grays from the reds and the yellows are white
colors lay dead as the moon claims the skies
details are led away into the night
2010/06/27
Image by Di Hoorenbeek, SL
