What happens to a memory that has no place to call its home?
Does it dissolve into the deep of night or linger in the gloam?
Will it hide where no one ever looks? Deny that it exists?
Or loiter in the heavens, a star waiting for a wish?

Will it be the dream a dreamer sees
Colliding with reality
When “I did” was really “I could not”?

Might it simply be forgot?


And will it know it’s been abandoned
Left alone in its own world
Like a child starving for attention?
Like a secret once it’s told?

Will it be the touch that never lighted
On the skin of a lost soul
Or an early morning sunrise
Without the red and gold?

Will it become the poem
I could not write?
A painting of an absent night?
The song you wrote
But never sung?

The whisper of a silent tongue?


Or might it give up trying to be anything at all
And vanish as the sun did on that day I can’t recall?

What will happen to this memory
If I dared to set it free?
Will it find a place to call its home
Or will it...

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Memory Contributed by Silent-No-More on Friday, 4th January 2008 @ 06:42:21 PM in AEST Topic: obsession What happens to a memory that has no place to call its home? Does it dissolve into the deep of night or linger in the gloam? Will it hide where no one ever looks? Deny that it exists? Or loiter in the heavens, a star waiting for a wish? Will it be the dream a dreamer sees Colliding with reality When “I did” was really “I could not”? Might it simply be forgot? And will it know it’s been abandoned Left alone in its own world Like a child starving for attention? Like a secret once it’s told? Will it be the touch that never lighted On the skin of a lost soul Or an early morning sunrise Without the red and gold? Will it become the poem I could not write? A painting of an absent night? The song you wrote But never sung? The whisper of a silent tongue? Or might it give up trying to be anything at all And vanish as the sun did on that day I can’t recall? What will happen to this memory If I dared to set it free? Will it find a place to call its home Or will it... still haunt me? Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2008-01-04 18:42:21] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem