Are the bubbles of your imagination –
Capture it with your soul before it bursts.
An incoherent collage but nonetheless
A work of Art.
Each incomprehensible piece
Are celebrations of sunrise, a waxing moon,
A budding flower and childhood.
Each tatter, each fade,
Portrays the bleached faces of the past –
But they’re all there.
So dream and remember.
They’re not life’s target, but the arrows.