2006-06-14 17:47:41 ET|
Pardon this poetic posting...I can't help myself. It's self-expression I guess.
You fall from my memory;
as a star from the perling of mother sky.
You burn in the atmosphere of time.
You are but a moment,
captured amid one million flickering lights
reflected in my eyes.
Never to be forgotten,
but gone just the same.
Memories of what once was
and never will be
drip from my body
They cover me and change me.
No longer the straight and unburned candle
I am melted, manipulated and formed,
though still burning.
The memories that slide from my skin
collect in pools at my feet
and make me who I am.