The same images,
repeat themselves again in
a freeze frame of
history.
Colors fade
as I struggle to
remember the glitter of
innocent visions before
the eye had become crude and
unmoved by illuminating lights.
I see a child moved by
'red apple',
simple beauty stired the mind and
imagination,
before the eyes, ears, nose took
on too many senses and attached thoughts,
dulling joy with each encounter,
I search once again for my childhood senses for
the magic of 'red apple' and each thing in the moment as
simple beauty.