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. II Here's a time long gone, When i can identify the ancestors of pain, When the siblings of loneliness is 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. III 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 recipe to painful memories. . © Fearless Lines