Lines delicate and flowing
Intersecting
Meeting at points
Then moving again
Nothing is random.
In the map of memory
Join the dots
Some dots sparkle
Connections appear…
Stories told, untold
Imaginary, real
Clear or blurred.
Stories are many
Some are said
Not in many words
Just in a word, perhaps
Some unsaid
Silent
Sparkle like stars in the sky…
Lines delicately entwined now
Now they are separate.
A moment that looked still
Earth was breathing silently
Lines were intersecting,
Like melted wire disappearing
Stars exploding and dying
New formations, new cells growing
In a still moment of thoughtlessness
In a still moment of so many thoughts
Now
When lines intersect
Some dots sparkle…
1 Comment
Sanghmitra
Beautiful! The words seem to be conversing with the dots!!