Prose by any other name would smell as sweet

[robinbloke]

Silence in the mind harkens to my thoughts
No mood or words to describe these moments
Twisting, falling, dripping away in precious seconds
Lost to eternity an instant later
No going back, save in your minds eye
There is no going back

Holding onto those memories as time dusts them away
Brushing in strokes, covering them in a nostaligic haze
The bright new light of tommorrow, today and now obscures them
Lost in a cupboard, locked away
Without a key

Like distant notes they sooth me
Faintly heard in the back of my mind
No song this sweet is ever sung, no voice this true can speak
Images made more precious by their obscurity
Fleeting glimpses hanging on
Waiting to fall

No time, no smell, no sound, no sight
No means, no query, no day, no night
No image, no face, no person, no place
No second, no moment, no hour, no face
No memory, no more

Just a hazy memory of a memory
An image twisted with feelings and thought
Lost like a needle in the hay
A dream in the dark
A tear in the rain