Tombstones stand
across the misted air --
reminding me of days
I walked in ways
I have forgotten
Shadows fall
in patterns bold and fair--
and yes they speak of yesterdays--
and ways
I have forgotten
Rain comes cold
to wash the world away--
I wait and watch - I know,
I am too slow--
I have forgotten
Dreams awake
And bring back yesterday
But no, they hide the ways
I dreamed I knew--
And had forgotten
Tombstones weep
inclined across the air
And now it is too late
To find the way--
I have forgotten.
Sunday, October 06, 2002
Melancholie
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