Inside My Head
How quiet the mind, when memories flow.
Moving like leaves scattered by time's wind.
This landscape where visions come and go,
Leave fragments of deeds you can't rescind.
How loud the mind when the heart remembers,
And dances with pictures of pretty faces.
The cold chill of lost love's dying embers,
As each year further silently erases.
How still the moment, when the mind's engaged,
And allowed to travel through time and place.
Finally understand, when you have aged,
That all your memories scars leave their trace.
To see death approach with its quiet hands,
Find comfort in yesterday's shifting sands.
9/15/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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