Memories,

who asked for your sudden clear return
on a night as this, quiet, calm and stern?
Who asked you to come rushing from thine eyes
Revealing all the truth that behind closed eyelids lie?
Who asked you to remind us of what we long had laid to rest
Putting our convictions, our decisions through the test?
But most of all I wonder, though to some it may seem clear
Why must we remember things we once held close and dear
Which since have been estranged from us, to places long unknown,
Where in darkness cobwebs and dust has in abundance grown?
Why must we be haunted by that which now matters not,
By that which just moments prior we long believed to be forgot?
What mystic force drives you from your rusty crypt
To crawl through my brain tonight announcing your old tired script?
May I, perhaps, control this force, and cast you off forever?
I oft had thought it possible, but It seems I am not so clever.
So evenings come and evenings go, they are at your disposal
And sitting here in broken dreams, I try to cast one last proposal.
Leave me now and give me peace, that I may rise once more.
Arise a mortal victor, I, higher, stronger, grander than before