A Memory

The trees left bare by soft licks of wind

listlessly twirling in a gentle dance

 you remember, you forget, the world spins on

graying mist and timeless wonder

and a memory of caramel eyes

and all there is 

are dreams to chase, and holes to fill

and souls to mend, and wind to brush

gentle droplets from the clouds

falling, falling, to your brow

this murmur, softly spoken, in the dawn

carries a word

a fear

a song

a name built by the strokes of a pen

a chance for the past to come again

to be renamed

and lightly thought of as Lilith wreathed in roses

with clamoring angels sighing amen

and these are the thoughts

in a midnight mind

caressed by breezes

on a hill

listlessly turning in a gentle dance

remembering that all there is

are the droplets of light

in the misty moon

and a memory of caramel eyes

(c) 2014