Lost

[sweetsaurian]

memories that are ghosts
haunting
fleeting
images drawn changed
blowing in the wind
or washing away
a river
all my thoughts
were taken from me
all my memories
somewhere else
floating outside my head
balloons let go by careless children
maybe careless thoughtless thoughts

but slowly
they are coming back
a trickle
the first rain falls
in a desert
where rain unseen
for months, years, decades
slowly they come back
one day I will remember

Alain