The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Monday, August 16, 2010

Can You Even Remember?


Dance in a circle round and around,
Steps so fast, feet barely touch ground.
Play a tune on a wooden pipe,
Pick a fruit that is nearly ripe.

How did you get here?
Can you even remember?

Down a narrow path on foot,
Watching the treads on moss you put.
Trees eclipse the evening sky.
As you look up you ask yourself, "why?"

How did you get here?
Can you even remember?

Take a drink from a crystal stream,
All you think is, "Is this what it seems?"
Vines spiral up, twisting through the branches,
You see the beauty, breathing, "What are the chances?"

How did you get here?
Can you even remember?

Soft darkness of night wraps you securely,
You drift off to sleep, slowly but surely,
As you fall into the welcoming rest,
You mutter to yourself, "It was all for the best..."

How did you get here?
Can you even remember?

I remember.
I remember you.
Forget, forget, forget sweet child,
When you need me I will be here,
At the back of your mind,
With words of hate, to make you remember.


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