MEMORIES

Memories best forgotten of
Moments lost
In solitary dreams
Of indigo
With shrouds of gray
The question asked
Is why?

And then what next?
Whatever gods there are
Have let us down

The song is sung
For a solitary pleasure
In quiet rooms
With silent people
In empty seats

The grasses dance
And sea birds pirouette
Against the steel crystal sky
With
Thunderstorms and
Windless heavy seas

A choice
or question?

Why?
 

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