Deep in forests of lost sound branches block your name away
Stumbling over beds of leafs, memory mocks the time of day
Beneath my feet widespread tuber web lost reflections
Into a mosaic of scattered recollections.
Faces without traces haunting me through daylight spaces
Beckon, bellow in the wind to follow where untied laces
Dance on a tapestry of trails printed in the light
But visions softly fade away, beauty lost in flight.
In a distance horses hooves stampede through life’s embraces
How I long to ride the beast out of my mind’s dark mazes
Yearning for just one clear glimpse, one small recollection
To press each precious page into my life’s compilation.