in the cobwebs of happier times
she hides
lurking in corners
of mind of pride

Beating memory's wings
against the walls of my mind
I can hear it so faintly
a wind full of cries

thinking it best I should not see
she hoards them all away from me
unremembered memories
still spill
leak into dreams

half awake half asleep
my psyche flutters constantly
fragments of dreams
that fly on nights wings
still the memory flees from me

although gone from sight
I know that they're there
when dark steals light
low cries will I hear

Let me in I want to see
stronger now give me to me
shake my soul wake my sleep
lift the veil from my memory

07/25/2005

Posted on 07/26/2005
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