Words

Slowly verses will die down 

as mist trickles through the ashes 

we will not remember that day where 

dream was covered by a passing snow flake 

and the last tourist forgot her destination 

A melancholy settles down in my song 

as the rattle of rail tracks awakens me 

in the dead of the night and the last flickering 

lightening threatens to reveal my shadow and 

the lonely wandering cat gives me a lone stare 

knowing not my purpose 

I am slowly forgetting you as my 

fainting memory struggles to rekindle 

a dream last shared, as my words refuse 

to reveal the last muse etched for love