Chasing the tails of comets,
As they burn bright,
Blazing across the dimly lit tapestry,
Falling in love with them all,
Until they, like the rest, peter out,
A mad quest to capture them,
One foot after the other,
Out the door and down the shadowed path,
Those enlightened tell us to free our minds,
Certain keys open certain doors,
Then leave us all here clogged,
A kind of cognitive traffic jam,
Living each life in still frames,
Between the click of the shutter,
Beautiful moments,
With beautiful people,
Captured beautifully,
A few deep breaths,
A long drawn out sigh,
And inevitably we return,
To sit and wonder,
Completely in awe,
Utterly inspired,
As the next comet passes us by.