Friday 13 March 2015

Memory Is A Curl Of Smoke


Memory Is A Curl Of Smoke


Memory is a curl of smoke amid the wisps of life;
Memory is the winds that blow; memory is a wife. 

Memory is the glints of sea reflected from the sky; 
Memory is the thought of she who never sighed a sigh.

The colours contain our friends; contain our loved ones; 
They glow with each intake, breathy groans that bemoan 

And bewail, swiftly, in an uplifting rush! Now quietly gone;
Sounding aloud the silent song of fast approaching sear ~

Of burning, burning, burning sun!  


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