On Sol

We flicker like flames
Life and death and love and hate
On the skin of Sol

Awakened

Memories of dreams
are wandering through my mind
like broken whispers.

Deist Thoughts

I have faith in time;

I believe in our free will;

and I worship life.

Now

Time rushes inwards,

from every direction.

Now is always now.

Memory of Time

Time is the counting.

Fire is the memory.

Life is the passage.