Memory

May succulent grass upon buds in June I walked alongside you September, arrived in you October, it began in December and ended in January I slept in February woke up in March and danced in April July lingered in August leaving out November & December The weekdays bleated Sunday struck the last Saturday followed by Monday... I walked naked my feet alongside the earth. My hands weakened by Tuesday and yet I still dance this weekend by the sun-drenched firefly’s Wednesday seemed to lust Thursdays by Friday I appeared to walk alone. Last dampish autumn For a stormy, dark sea prowls betrayed by the stone Macrocosm down, down downwards into the darkness of the carnal mind forget the adult light sea prowls Misty dense Clouding but Daze The vanishing footsteps on the window pane, come crashing down the trees stay silent. notes that never crossed, weeping aloof, grass hunts no witness. Heartbeats never stop come crashing down the trees stay silent. moon-lit sunshine cascades over the setting campfire dancers twist around the rosy glow of the moon-lit sun Were you ever real? The fiddler weeps as his music reaches the ears of the falling trees and yet still alongside the road silent whispers echo as the wind blows and howls armed yachts sail the tall grass in fruitless search of land. as I swim to find home the moon behind me and the sunken sun in front of me did we dance under the stars? When you looked at me, I knew there and then I was safe, from each dream. I walked to expose you However, you were never to be found and to this night I still wandered. did we ever hold hands? You and I are now apart, I did wonder. As I compose this letter of music beats, I address it to my inner child, I wish you all the best. to be placed into the bottle and cast into the tall grass. I never did find that bottle but now I ask was this the wish of the decayed tree.