Why is it I have no memory of you?
All those birds that flew through my heart
Left little trace.
I am certain their bursting from the hedges
Shook me from sleep,
Woke me to the fact
Some bright moment had finally arrived.
But did I grab hold of it’s seductive promise,
Or merely rouse for a moment
To vaguely observe it’s passing,
Only to drift once again toward this Neverland
I thought to be life?
I am certain your hair sets off alarms
In the deep folds of my well-worn memories.
But, that quickly, it fades,
And I am once again only here,
In this sad moment,
Separated from the joy I once knew,
Deep inside your arms.