If you look up on a sunny day,

You see marshmallows drift away,

well at least that's what the clouds look like,

when the sun is shinning gold and bright.

At times they look like cyclones,

without their tips,

like floating islands

with the ocean at their hips,

like a snowstorm frozen in one place,

or a mist of white dust,

from a horse riding towards space.

A silky blue fabric spread out under cotton,

like the scenery of when a fairy is born,

the magical land from which it's torn,

sings it's own song as nature sings it's own.

Memory that I have forgotten
Why do you seek to be remembered
When you're allowed an eternal rest
Because of the connection severed

Yet, continuing to rebuild a bridge
You aim to come back inside
Even though my head is painful
You refuse to say good-bye

When I try to push you out
You stand your ground  profound
When I refuse to remember you
You choose to stick around

I begin to wonder why you can't stop
And leave me where I lay
Even now you cradle me with feelings
No matter what I say

Maybe after all this time that's passed
I've been thinking completely wrong
All these times I swore I was empty
You were there for me all along

Memory that I now remember
I'm sorry for what I've done
I promise to cherish you all my life
My heart is what you've won