and there –without warning

blown effortlessly away

strong wind of indifference –

paper dreams crumbled

set sail to shores of forget.

what then –

when shadows lose their cloak of obscure –

stand unencumbered in the light of is?

will the night have stolen our memories?

ravenous weasel of war?

oh so sad –

realize.

much more appealing –

to drown in the tempestuous water of suppose.