"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.