"There is magic every night.
A celestial tide.
Capture pen and parchment light,
Unstitch the ever darkened skies,
And print its memories.
To keep these visions long alive,
Rest your eyes.
A fleeting light soon mystified.
Don’t trust your fragile, open mind.
Just Print these memories."
And as your thoughts are soon denied
I'll hold with pride.
Memoirs of a losing fight
and promise that I too will write.
My own printed memories.