Memories

I

Taking back my sight to the tides of the past,

Piercing my thoughts on the fogs of today,

Lies a day I remember not the surname of pain,

For my thought longs so deep in forever,

An ever which may never be remembered.

Here's a time long gone,

When I can identify the ancestors of pain,

When the siblings of loneliness are the only gain,

Where my heart feels like January leaving my hopes high,

As I sigh in December with the brightness of the dark tides.

Here's what I was with the past memories,

Cheers to what I am with the beauty of today's accessories,

Toast to the pains of the embers,

A pose to the pleasures of the 'nuarys',

IV

Past and present will move on like the flow of a river,

Leaving no fruits of the past or the seeds of tomorrow,

But there will always be memories of brighter days,

And a toast as a recipe for painful memories.