Still I pursue

I read a poem to my mother and felt its memory flash by in a kamikaze of expression

Suddenly I was alone and no one stood in my presence and blackness had taken over

I came to by the lights as it flashed from a switch and just as fast

Her scoffed reply fueled a burning fire, never put out, only dampered

Expression of truth blindly out in the open

No concern for yours

It is the page the paragraph the sentence the line the very word

That begins to transcend us into evolution

We moved into a darkened hallway and in the halls a daunting shadow causes cowering to become us

Only enough times until you stand with her and dance and dance we have done

 In Rome and In Paris

Drank the wine made for the gods and started a merry war for my heart

Those days have long since passed and she tallies 1000 victories over me

Still I pursue and I pursue