Another one for JD Mader's #2minutesgo Friday challenge. Cheers.
Finesse
There was day and there was night, and he preferred the in between,
wandering unseen beneath the stars of his own making. These dreams we take as
days to leave behind in suitcases stacked against the wall, treasured lest we
forget the hours, the minutes, the seconds; the wealth of ages collapsing like
dominoes at our backs, while the future beckons us forward with delightful
whisperings. Among the leaves of time he finds himself laughing at life shimmering
beneath the waves.
copyright Vickie Johnstone
