Memories
From looking at you many moons ago
And diligently gazing through your eyes,
I saw the shadow of your river flow
But even through your hair the water cries.
I know that you were once eternity
Of things that never should have come to pass.
You should have lived into each memory
But memories lost sight and fell to farce.
You lost your way into reality
Like many others. So you stand in shame;
Ashamed that you could grow but could not see
And we shall end in shadows of the same.
When did you fall to whispering your last?
Can you not see me crawling through the past?
Copyright © George Oxbury | Year Posted 2012
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