Broken Flows

Day dreams

Lay awake with subtle dreams
Your lids are closed
Still
Your eyes gleam
A light pressure, a passing force
You then forget everything you've seen

Images that are so seclusive
Yet they strive to be all inclusive
A broken line of unconscious thought
Open your eyes and wonder
How do they hide, so illusive?

They seem to ignite, a stricken flame
And then the pictures in their picture frames
A slide-show filled with missing pages
And the fire flutters out
You can't see
Yet,
The heat remains.