a picture and a line is enough...

Masks passing on the street
only the eyes revealed
silver orbs hold you rapt
like a dream you can`t quite remember,
you know it was wonderful
but not why,
recalled from a sense of deja vu
where life and dreams collide
the forgotten dream
now converted to memory,
the memory recalled joyfully
for the rest of your days
in half remembered dreams.

Submitted: April 12, 2008

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