we wander through the day
with no words upon our lips
to show who we are
or where we've been

we write no history
leave the pages blank
places, pieces, days
they end as they begin

we have loved
and we have lied
but we don't remember why

we have laughed
and we have cried
but we don't remember how

we have lived
and we have died
yet we know they are the same

memories
like ancient oaks
have rotted
in the shadows
of our minds

we grasp dreams
that go
nowhere
yearn for childhood
in the petals
that surround
our souls

aching for days
gone by
for poplars full
of greenness
we search for icons
of our past
long gone
and best forgotten

trembling in our soft
and silky destiny
surrounded by pillows
that ruffle 'round
our heads
we long to turn back
the massive wheel

pulling, twisting
we tire
and fall
beneath
its weight

move on

to some other
time and place

...bit the proverbial dust
came crashing down like
a mighty tree in a gust
lay there without a sound

couldn't take it...I fussed
tried hard to cuss
but the words had
vanished to rust

I should be nonplussed
I should be...it's just
it's now ruined my trust
can't think of the words that I lust
for...or those that I feel that I must
find to make my speech more august