my fragile memories are your fading dreams these make the fabric of our world flutter in the sunlit breeze like sea that coruscates at dusk before the beckoning darkness of universal night
the very sun that wakes your day wakes too my brittle dream and spills its soul into the vapour of my shallow breath and the tracings of my stare
but through the dulled greyness of eyes now weak and strained by looking glimpse half-shadowed living figurines play out these fragile memories in song and dance and silent mime deep inside the strumming sinews of my soul
my fragile memories fill my inner void and gently strum the membranes of my very self, my very inner self which play out in the autumn gale until the Winter freeze binds them to the hard earth in thin coatings of glistening light
see how your heavy footprints press the precious glories of my frosted glaze see how your sad feet journey through my past and how their searching wakes the dream
my faded dreams are now your fragile souvenir diluted into the thinness of my absent stare which once you loved