David Lacey Poems
Memory Slips As Memory Fades
Alas I know not where to go, for all the places I know, I've been.
Alas I have been shown not where to go nor can I remember all I've seen.
Memory slips as memory fades as shades they flip exposed to flames.
As insects roast upon the embers of the fire,
A blaze trailed through the void of darkness,
Breathing destruction upon dry bone leaves,
Bearing down destruction upon well established trees.
The crown of the forest resides his power
Biding his time awaiting the shower of inferno
Gatherings as the elders race forever young towards
the fountain groves ...
Conjurer Of Relics
There he laid, a conjurer of relics,
There he laid, a fire born phoenix,
There he lay upon the shelf
Wondering how he hurt himself.
Burnt through cinders embers glow
Knowing all there is to know,
Revealing all there is to show.