If the city streets should gleam,
Their brightest sights, in teams of lights
Our memories, to be stored,
In hand-sized electronic devices,
As if we could fully capture the beauty,
With a shutter
Wet.
Cold.
Warm.
Of all the things we could believe in-
Of all the moments we cannot ever forget
Of all the people we aspire to become-
Of all the shores we have yet to reach
Of all the lives we have yet to change-
Our ships sail forward,
Onwards, to everything that impossible thought was possible
Patterns as swift as sand,
Running through the fingertips of cement,
Almost as if they are bound to stay forever strong,
In an attempt to stay homeward-bound,
They stay in ground,
Eternally still
It started at the fountain-
In the land beyond an ocean
Two strangers by blood-
Two lovers by fate
Never before
Was an eye to see-
People with minds
Individuals with hearts
Bricks
They stack up high
Up above all that is known
And beyond the expected
In times of quarrel
An army lies in peace
Aware of the wall
Which led them to victory
She swims
Still in the reflection
Of the things that once were
And the things that now are
A crosswalk of feet,
In perfect disillusion as-
An observer were to comment on-
The steady movement of mechanical pacing,
Through the pale, white, bread shaped minivans-
All fast and unheeding-
As if for a moment the world may stop moving
And we may discover-
A freckled-complexion of brown eyes and dark hair-
In the whirlwind of formal business attire
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