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memories

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

I loved
I deamed
I lived

what was is gone