Posts Tagged ‘memories’

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/US_Navy_041027-N-9500T-001_The_moon_turns_red_and_orange_during_a_total_lunar_eclipse.jpgIt was just me tonight, alone with the moon,
Suddenly I’m stricken down by a melancholy tune.
My own mind laughs at me, playing silly pranks.
And the demons clearly see my emotions tank.

I call out to them all, “Ahoy! dark spirits of the sea!
What brings you here on such fair night, out here to torment me!”
In response just laughter, ringing loudly through the place
Slowly, I feel the tears begin to stream along my face.

“We’ve settled this”, I cry to them,” so many moon’s ago!
Why have you arrived once more to plague my conscience so?
Why show me memories I have long since stored away,
Hoping ne’er to revisit them, especially not this day!”

From the warbling throng of demons in the room
A figure most familiar stood, chanting out  my doom
Its words I could not decipher, not a single one
But the message was quite clear by the time it was done

Don’t bother searching for me, I’m hidden far away
Perhaps if we are lucky, I might return one day.
But for the present keep living, enjoy what you have now
Keep laughing, smiling, playing, and never dare to frown.

Remember the nightmare’s real, and so are the demons at play
No running or hiding will save you, just push it to another day.
At some point you too will cave, and when that day arrives,
You’ll know that I have warned you, you’ll join me by the tides.

Memories burning like fires in the cold,
Flaring up pictures that shatter the soul.
While the heat of the embers soothes broken hearts
Smoke floods our eyes and tears us apart.

Remembering blindly, I still see it all
After the battle the strong had to fall,
Forever these memories shall stain our minds,
Taking us out with the ebb of the tides.

Even in moments, surrounded by friends,
We feel alone, and lost without end.
Perhaps with the sun, we shall find a new day
Find a new life, discover new ways.

But Alas!, the sun sets, and again it is dark,
The stains still persist, the details stark.
I remember the moments in which I caused you pain,
And all of my remedies had failed in vain.

Seems there’s a painful and terrible truth:
Not all the mistakes which we make in our youth
Can be fixed or repaired, try as you will,
The stains and the scars will remain with you still.

Time, the fair dame she might be,
Can dull the pain, make scars harder to see,
The divine may forgive what the mind can’t forget,
But it’s up to you to let go of regret.