Distant Memories

This poem grew rather unexpectedly late yesterday night but as regular readers know - I do not argue, I just write them down.





Distant Memories - 05 Apr 10

Looking out
To the point where distance
Makes the details blue
And memories are fading
Into each other
Written on paper
And left for far too long
In the sunlight
Afraid to look
In case the touch of sight
Will crumble it to dust
And the final dream
Will be lost
Forever

Looking out
In the hopes of seeing
All the dreams that were
And wondering whether
New dreams are forming
Beyond the haze
To come and play
In my mind





I wish that I could fully understand where my poems have their roots - I would go and water the area to allow more to be born...