Diamond

A polished stone has many sides A face has many names, A dream is sometimes hidden In a fires dancing flames, Reminiscence is a song That's often sung to me, To soothe me with the magic Of the way we used to be. A memory is a diamond With its facets and its fire, With its unrelenting beauty And its unfulfilled desire, Just the brilliance of a sunset On a long forgotten shore, Like a shining golden beacon To the land of once before. There's a book that tells the story Of a dream I couldn't keep, It just tumbled into yesterday And gently fell asleep, when the ashes whispered softly In the dying fires glow, and the eyes I loved were empty Then I knew I had to go