Remembrance Song (PS)
Listen slowly.
Can you hear me?
I am speaking from a long time ago.
Misty memory
calling to you,
softly melting like the snow.
Faded entry
in a diary -
someone you used to know
where the flowers
used to grow.
Whisper to you.
Whisper through you.
All the secrets that you don't want to know.
Do you see me
in the scenery
Looking at the view out your window?
Yellowed photos
long forgotten -
somewhere you used to go
where the flowers
used to grow.
Time scattered with
shadows
stretch long in the
glow.
Seasons go.
Echoed voices
gather 'round you.
Missing friendships that were here long ago.
Walk beside me
through your memory.
Colours bleed until they show ...
Patchy sunlight
flickers briefly
on a face you used to know
where the flowers
used to grow.
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