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!