My little pool in the street.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish aboard."

Do you ever have dreams without a center?

a gentle breeze sweeps your face and wreaks delightful havoc in your hair and your eyelashes.
There may not be a symphony resounding in the heavens, but it's ringing in your ears at least.

consonance strikes that one desperate chord, that one spot you can never quite reach - a note for the ages.

it's like that predictable end of a movie, where everything is suddenly right with the world and the romantic leads are about to embrace

..and it all sounds so corny when i'm saying it, but occasionally, every so often
the usually white moon will just go blue
bright blue! yes!
or maybe golden
and suddenly you're living one of those moments.

You realize that cliches are only cliches because they are the most real things about us
and everything that was once grey about the world is suddenly bright technicolor

Dorothy lands in Oz

seen just in glimpses, through a glass, until today

Whenever I'm having one of those dreams, I inevitably wake up and realize that I don't remember who or what was at the center. It's so frustrating. Everything wrong about life was about to be righted and I can't remember who was about to do it.

I can't remember what was so important.

I get up out of bed and organize my day into the little boxes it's supposed to go in, and i neatly fold away my colors and trade them in for daytime's comfortable concrete. I wander from place to place, trying to turn a corner quickly and catch up with it, that thing in front of me, taunting me with the shadows that hint at the light. It's hard to jog a memory that never happened. I wonder if that's what a midlife crisis must be. Realizing that you don't have all the time in the world left to find the elusive it, but you still have got to make use of what's left. All the time you just spent tryin to get there seems kinda wasted, cause few people get to actually see the good they're doing before they're gone. Before them lies a neverending stretch of comfortable concrete.Today I felt really old.

That oasis in the road, you know... the little pool of water in the street ahead always just a few yards ahead
the little breath of life that you can never quite catch?

i have so many dreams without centers.