Threaded whispers
Of memories long forgotten
Who he was then
Remains an elusive capture
Though older now
His memory would seem ageless
October winds
They remember the sordid song
Lust betrayed youth
Something he never forgave time
Clocks became still
Even as they rolled past seasons
Searching the land
Staring into the face of doubt
Foolishness gained
Ten plus years touched the mortal skin
Yesterday's End
Lights tomorrow's beginning, though
The candle that
Burned the flame, also burned through time
Ashes settled
Around him in his haste to run
His crumbling world
Shifted into darkness and aged
Without her light
Time bent his morals into shapes
He no longer
Recognized, and though he spoke out
Only silence
Without sound filled the days of gray
Ten years spun by
Summer was gone, with it nineteen
Repressed wonders
Spirit him back to that place now
And though time bends
Memories are seldom destroyed
By human hands
He remembers the place in time
And each song rakes
Yesterday's coals on the tired fire
One he sits by
Huddled over to hide the tears
Of closure or
Something else brought to light by flame
No sounds echo
Or at least they go unheard here
Forests are grand
And nineteen, it remains the same
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