Expired desires   Bounce back from the fall, you know a rope burn can be side stepped and the fountain barrier can be walked through with a newspaper over you head. Get there, take the cross-walk and stop the cars from passing by. You will notice the The weight of significance and The shadow of an angel. You can imagine the taste of a wishing well and Witness the temptations of my mind.  There is a silence of mischief And a subtlety of madness. The movement of memory elaborates on The weight of words. The wisdom of a wish holds The mystery behind a woman’s eyes And a man’s disguise- Accumulating and So far outdating any creations tied to a meaning. And so we wait And so we know there is Magic behind every moment, But we lose the second’s Significance, and so we Soar away and remember The message but forget the words That put it in its place.   - Richard Tyo