Flickering light moves,
carrying a flood
of hopes
and expectation.
Crunchy exaltation
punctuating with salt
the sweetness of each moment,
a lift and carry
of magic
in an age of logic,
the last bastion
of suspended disbelief.
Sit.
Dive into new lives.
Cry for the lost,
sing laughter in gales
of spun narrative
that float
through darkened air
on light stretching overhead,
stealing away reality
and blending
the flavor of it
with borrowed desires.
Willing indulgences swallowed
as treats for minds
wandering into impossible hungers
never before sated,
heretofore unknown.