@styles 25 December 2020

Forgotten Past and Present

I don't remember the reason for this As I look at these wilting flowers And broken glass. The Moon paints the room a dim silver, With the shadows of the broken towers looming. I don't remember the reason for this, The scent of wildflowers and honey And the shattered clouds. Dawn paints a million colors, As the trees stretch towards the sky. I don't remember the reason for this, The glare of sand and ruins long forgotten With a thousand souls looking back. The noon bathing the world, Keeping the shadows in check.

I don't remember the reason for this, The sting of the sea and breeze, The salt licking wounds long healed. Dusk sings a lullaby, Bringing life to sleep. I'm not sure I remember, The day stretching thin, My time growing near, As the moon crawls up again.