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MEMORY


MEMORY

WAKING UP TO A HEAVY

WEIGHTED FEELING

IN THE FEVER OF THIS

YET MY HEAD IS LIGHT

AS A FEATHER

FLOATING IN THE WIND

RHYTHMS IN THE BEAT

SHIFTING LIKE GRAINS OF SAND

IN THE HOURGLASS

WHEN IT REACHES

THE LAST FALL

JUST TURN IT OVER

OR LET IT RUN OUT

THIS IS THE CHOICES

WE ALL HAVE

SILVER COATED DREAMS

IN THE MEDICINE THAT GIVES

HOPE CONTINUED LIFE

CHERISHED AND BLESSED

FOR THE MOMENTS GAINED

FOR THE SACRIFICE OF TIME

THOUGH KNOWN FROZEN

AND COLD THE BEAT

STILL GOES ON

SLOW AND STEADY

WORDS TO THE PAGE

THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY

SO MANY THROUGH

THE AGES

THE SKIN IS SMOOTH

AND YET THE NERVES THIN

WHAT SETS IT OFF

IS UNKNOWN

JUMBLING BITS AND PIECES

THROUGH THE TOWER

OF ENDLESS STAIRS

THE CANDLES ALL GONE

THE WAX IS CLINGING

TO THE HEART SHAPED

RED GLASS IN SHADES

OF YELLOW ORANGE

RED AND PURPLE

FOR ALL THAT WERE

BURNED THE COIN

IS FLIPPED ON ITS

SIDE SPINNING

TO WHERE IT FALLS

THE SKY IS CLEAR

AND ALMOST WHITE

THE HINT OF BLUE STILL THERE

ALL THE TRINKETS

LAY WHERE EVER THEY ARE

WITH BOOKS IN ALL

THE DIRECTIONS

FULL OF THOUGHTS

WITH THESE THINGS

THE INK WELL IS RUNNING

DRY IN THE MIND

OF FIRE THAT STILL BURNS

IN THE PEACE

NOT A SOUND IS THERE

THE WALLS STILL BARE

EXCEPT FOR THE SHADOWS

THE WORLD MOVES ON

AS IT ALWAYS DOES

CAN'T GIVE IN

CAN'T GIVE UP

CAN'T WALK AWAY

YET WHAT REASON

DOES IT TRULY HAVE TO STAY

WHAT DREAM DOES

STILL SOAR

CONTINUING TO TRY

GLITTERING IN THE FLICKER

OF MOMENTS

NEEDED BY BOTH

SOMETHING TO KEEPTO WHAT END IS STILL UNKNOWN

HAPPINESS IS RELATIVE

IN THE UPS AND DOWNS

OF LIFE

LOOKING AT THE COBWEBS

ALONG THE CEILING

MOST ARE EMPTY NOW

AS THEY ARE

SWEPT AWAY

MANY ARE GONE

MANY HAVE BEEN FOUND

MANY ARE NO LONGER

BECAUSE THE DANGER

THEY POSSESS

ITS JUST NATURE

THAT IS THE SIMPLE

TRUTH OF IT

IS IT NOT

WE ALL SEE AND HEAR

AND FEEL AND TOUCH

AND EXPERIENCE

EACH AND EVERY ASPECT

YET WE GO ON

OUR WAY

BECAUSE WHAT ELSE

CAN WE DO

FOR I REFUSE TO LET

FEAR

RULE THIS HEART

SOME DAYS

I FEEL THE DOOR GETTING

CLOSER AND THE

PULSE OF MY HEART

BEATS FASTER

YET I AM STILL FAR AWAY

SEARCHING FOR

AN UNKNOWN

BEGINNING FROM

SOME OTHER ENDING

AS THEY STAND THERE

LAUGHING AND HAVING

A MERRY OLE TIME

FOR THEY ALL WANT

TO FEAST ON WHAT

THEY SHALL NEVER HAVE

AND WHAT THEY HAVE

IS NEVER EVER ENOUGH

TO SATISFY

DREAMS OH TO THE DREAMS OF THEM ALL SITTING AROUND THE TABLE

THAT MEAN MORE

TO THIS HEART

LAID IN THE

HELP OF INVISIBLE GLANCES

WITHIN THE MIRRORED GLASS

LIKE GOLDEN THREAD

SPUN FROM THE WHEEL

STRAIGHT INTO THE

WEAVING CORDS

OF THE TAPESTRY

TO WHICH IS THE

UNIVERSAL SPARK

OF THE PATH OF FATE

UNDERSTAND

AND SENSE

CARRYING ON

FOR WHAT ELSE IS THERE

TO BREATHE

TO BE

TO EXPERIENCE

AND WITH THAT HEART

IN MY HEART

OF A LIFETIME

LONG AGO PASSED

NOW

INTO THE PRESENT

AND ITS EVER

CHANGING

CIRCUMSTANCES

ALWAYS WITHIN

YET THESE DREAMS

STILL MANIFEST

IN A MEMORY CARRIED

BY THE EVER CONSTANT

SILENCE.


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