Remembering to forget
9 December 2015
Retracing my steps
Between yesterday and now
A vicious circle
Like crazed desert dog
Chasing its tail in frenzy
I re-enact slates
The breath wasted here
The lost moments of freedom
While logs turned ashen
The frozen winters
The frost I loved so deadly
White of Heart’s icings
The sight of roses
All at once chilling and bright
Red drops from my palms
Desperate clutching
Waiting for fire to recede
Red is not colour
There was a garden
Now sunken in memory
Where bluebells stood tall
The winter then walked
Sprinkling in hidden pathways
Demons in daisies
All colours turned stale
Thorns like nails in my bloodstream
Travelling to Heart
From bellies of fire
Tidal waves of bright gold struck
The forests simmered
Surrounded by flames
Screams of pain, hope’s pathways gone
Welcoming scorching
A clearing in lands
Where wild forests slow drifted
In birth of woodlands
I cut through the woods
With new life in core and axe
Only shrubs survived
Says in tunes of Blues
He: You don’t know what love is
I: Perhaps I don’t
Searching hard in soul
I reckoned I’d lost the hues
I rubbed, rewrote slate
Crisp parting with fate
Remembering to forget
Woods and lost voices
Chet Baker – You Don’t Know What Love Is
Chet Baker – Almost blue
Chet Baker – I get along without you very well
Chet Baker – Every Time We Say Goodbye
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