Sitting here, since dawn, so lonely, waiting
For a memory locked away for preservation,
For some knowledge is better forgotten.
Sunsets, and joyful breezes, swishes of
Euphoria, sing remembrance of dreams,
Like harmony, the burbling of streams.
Memories flowing, once one comes, so do
The others, like lilies dappled on a stream,
Some blossoming, and others only wilting.
Ashes of tests not passed, and expectations
Not met, burn my tongue like the smell of char and ash,
Like smoke, refusing to pass, flowing from memory.
As memory comes, it must come both with
Peace, and pain, both with the river gurgling with
Quiet, and the smoke burning away, joy and tears.