i try to keep the memory of a dream i've never had alive.
i try to remember the fleeting moments once mentioned yet never seen.
what could it look like?
flashing, blazing colors to never be remembered.
i remember orange.
something was burning into the blue, black night sky.
what color were the birds?
a color too magnificent to commit to the brain.
it was beautiful, i can tell you that.
the way the eyes shine in the sun light,
and how gas couldn't even be spotted.
a wonderful emporium of gas light never captured in the museum fight.
you'll never see it again.
but it was very beautiful.
filled to the brim with sublime.
somber to the brightest extent.
Feb. 24, 2020