Half-vanished words in a dream-like state
Swirl in my mind. I struggle to make
Sense of this song from days long past,
Barely remembered. I know that I should
–I must—not allow it to die!
The wind sang, moon wept,
Darkness broke, sun leapt—
To hear the melody of the
Dream song sung.
My poet’s pen furiously flies
Attempting to capture its tune into rhyme.
The embers of memory dwindle and grow
Colder with time. Soon all that will show
Are these words I have scribbled.