Haim SchlesingerA residual image
Hard to recall
Days dying, taking pillage
Life draining to stall
Views of futures imagined
In my mind, in a loop
Never ending, all examined
Infinite tries to recoup
Yet inside, urging flight
Sparks yearning for more
New colors, screaming bright
Fragrant dawn, what's in store
Explosion of action
Flurry of deeds
Manifesting traction
Fulfilling my needs
Hence will be new
The end and the flight
This time it is true
Immortal delight