Later That Evening
by Odin Roark

Later that evening
We saw sounds of lightning’s wings
Touches of symphonic batons
The fragrance of paint awaiting canvas
The images of inner peace
The taste of weightlessness

So many sensations
Unavailable during the day

You remember?

So easy
It was
The we of me
Of you
Oneness
Reserved
For collective beingness

We let the flames warm
The day’s frozen fears
Our sun-cloud enlighten doubt
Simplicity personify permanence
As we gave away
The need for nothingness

You do remember
Don’t you?

Such were our times together
What only one’s muse and charge
Can know

All else is illusion

Remember?