Remember Nothing More

Remember Nothing More

Whispers of grey, etched in stone

For a moment, create a sombre mood

Then a chorus of evening song

Brings comfort in the fallen night

The moon, fading

Disappears over the tree tops

Slipping away once more

Surrounded by ghosts and faded memories

Longing for the days that could have been

But the morning is a flower

Beside the rippling lake of dreams

Push the shadows aside, and arise

In a shower of opening blossoms

The lost hours were filled with perfume

The moon turned cobwebs into gold

And silvered the sands of time

You need remember nothing more

© Ann Bagnall and, 2013.




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