Seldom though eventually
His words will wash away
The human mind's a yawning sieve
That siphons thoughts away
For all we are is flesh and blood
And dust, in all due time
His face embedded in my thoughts
Will someday leave my mind.
Each grain of sand; each thought of him
Will slither down the glass
Slow and steady, one by one
Until he's in the past.
For now my mind's a youthful cache,
No wave can wear or wash
Impressions left upon my soul
Cannot be staved or quashed.
-Un-rhymed Notes-
*Every once in a while
The human mind is all it's built up to be;
A sieve, where the balm of time
slowly mends and knits
The torn edges of the chasm.
Every once in a while
It is as if the wound has healed
And the flow of muscle memory
Ripples beneath the unmarred surface*
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Seldom though eventually
His words will wash away
The human mind's a yawning sieve
That siphons thoughts away
For all we are is flesh and blood
And dust, in all due time
His face embedded in my thoughts
Will someday leave my mind.
Each grain of sand; each thought of him
Will slither down the glass
Slow and steady, one by one
Until he's in the past.
For now my mind's a youthful cache,
No wave can wear or wash
Impressions left upon my soul
Cannot be staved or quashed.
-Un-rhymed Notes-
*Every once in a while
The human mind is all it's built up to be;
A sieve, where the balm of time
slowly mends and knits
The torn edges of the chasm.
Every once in a while
It is as if the wound has healed
And the flow of muscle memory
Ripples beneath the unmarred surface*
