Lost and Found By Her Memory
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Hot sand… hills of hot sand; I feel cold,
The cold powder through my toes,
And the air is quietly travelling its path,
A meandering river, it flows.
Then, before me, the oasis, the answer to my pain,
The answer is a sugary glow.
And my hill becomes a dusty road of a single note,
That leads to where I go.
I walk in the memory of then,
I walk along a forgotten path of eyes that stare.
I walk inside the pillbox of a broken turret,
A broken turret mistaken for care.
But then she rescues my all, she throws a rope,
And drags me to memories when life was tame,
She saves me, she says she remembers,
She remembers my lonely cup dancing, my flame.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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