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
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