From where did the sins of man come
Were they born by god
Or did we find them in the dark
Waiting where our deepest desires live
Did we feel their wrath?
And blame it on the gods we imagined below
Or did we simpy feel wrong
For the hurting we bore

The photos move me
And the memories are grand
I visit what has been
And what was lovely then
Now lovelier still
For I’m no longer there

The greatness of the past
Grows, the further from it I am
The more wonderful it becomes
My mind, you good and gentle thing
Hold only on to what is worth knowing

And remember this vision through the hidden lens of nostalgia
Haunting the scene

Memory and its wicked ways
Leaves too much behind for us to find
But with great mercy it withholds
Some of what would drive us mad

Its walls are weak and its defense is thin
But if we promise to lay still and not fight
The peace of perfect finds us at night
Until the walls come down

All of humanity look on
For the words that come from me now
They may be seen and also not
Whatever fate’s choice becomes
Will leave us only in more want

More for me
To be seen and known
More for them
To feel

Or more for them
To feel again
And for me to be known
And it not be enough

Where do dreams go
       Once you are old

After the relic and remains are spread
And when my mind’s whole thought removed
After my memory and fear are gone . . . .

Was all the time then lost to me worth what was spent?

Ask me not but to instead
The one who follows now
Them walking in the rain

The living
Go on
Like me
Doing again
What’s been done
A million times
And by others
Just like them
And no wondering
Of tricks
Or words
Will see a new day.
The same
Will be
On and on
For me
And you
And

It’s ok