on the white slate under a black gaze
hanging like snow flakes on a windless night
are my memories
They wander like the flowing river
eternally connected to the source
not stopping or waiting
flowing and gathering more memories
like the pebble stones
and die in a greater pool of stories untold
Some memories are left on shore
some lost in the oceans roar
yet others in strangers tale
Memories of the dangling hand, that wasn't held
Memories of destined serpent turns of fate
of unknown falls, unknown until felt
Memories of gushing chatter echoing of deaf valley
Memories, they dry to leave trace of a life that once was
Once remembered to be forgotten forever
