Absence of Memory
Remember when the sun rose with the absence of memory?
Opened eyes greeted to the unknown; a silhouette undistinguished.
Unaware of the loss until cruelly whispered in the waiting ear,
“Sweet memories vanished, as shadows do before the rays of sun.”
Confusion alighted, ablaze like flames but quickly smothered.
A sweet word of whispered assurance but soon forgotten,
Strange tears shed at the mention of goodbye, but from whom?
“Farewell, as the moon is missed by the sun, so you shall be.”
Cajoled with hushed voices, but from who is never known.
Bitter yearning for the knowledge, but as with time; all shall fade.
Indescribable feeling of loss for those unknown figures
“Thoughts muddled; who are we? You shan’t ever conceive our names.”
A trail not trodden or mayhaps already been,
Silence in the mind; as with a drawer that holds no bottom.
Carefully deciding, sorting, as each memory unravels and becomes lost.
“Where have they gone? These elusive memories that once were here?”
A ceaseless ticking; this clock that resides in the emptiness
Held in the cold’s embrace, this clock is misplaced, out of place.
Who put it there, the question arisen and fallen from the lips?
“You don’t know, do you? You’ll forever be at a loss, no help for you.”
Invading, permeating, enveloping the mind in darkness,
There is nothing left to the memory; few thoughts to be thought.
On the tongue, these words sit not right; language foreign even when known.
“Hold up, not think fine these past times. It right will be…”
Blessed infantile moments, a twist of the lips to become a mask of sadness
Lost in fairy tales of the mind’s making: one moment a smile the next a frown.
Dear one, cling to loved one’s hands; tighten, do not release your hold.
“There is no escape. Listen closely to their words, but on the ‘morrow, forget.”
Opened eyes greeted to the unknown; a silhouette undistinguished.
Unaware of the loss until cruelly whispered in the waiting ear,
“Sweet memories vanished, as shadows do before the rays of sun.”
Confusion alighted, ablaze like flames but quickly smothered.
A sweet word of whispered assurance but soon forgotten,
Strange tears shed at the mention of goodbye, but from whom?
“Farewell, as the moon is missed by the sun, so you shall be.”
Cajoled with hushed voices, but from who is never known.
Bitter yearning for the knowledge, but as with time; all shall fade.
Indescribable feeling of loss for those unknown figures
“Thoughts muddled; who are we? You shan’t ever conceive our names.”
A trail not trodden or mayhaps already been,
Silence in the mind; as with a drawer that holds no bottom.
Carefully deciding, sorting, as each memory unravels and becomes lost.
“Where have they gone? These elusive memories that once were here?”
A ceaseless ticking; this clock that resides in the emptiness
Held in the cold’s embrace, this clock is misplaced, out of place.
Who put it there, the question arisen and fallen from the lips?
“You don’t know, do you? You’ll forever be at a loss, no help for you.”
Invading, permeating, enveloping the mind in darkness,
There is nothing left to the memory; few thoughts to be thought.
On the tongue, these words sit not right; language foreign even when known.
“Hold up, not think fine these past times. It right will be…”
Blessed infantile moments, a twist of the lips to become a mask of sadness
Lost in fairy tales of the mind’s making: one moment a smile the next a frown.
Dear one, cling to loved one’s hands; tighten, do not release your hold.
“There is no escape. Listen closely to their words, but on the ‘morrow, forget.”
