Chronology's Thieves Poem by Zander Page

All I now believe,
Every memory delicately clings like quiet autumn leaves,
Changing colours, age and curl into nostalgic dreams,
Expressing thoughts I hold for warmth till chronology's thieves,
Tear them from their roots they fall, claimed by the winter's breeze, Distant moments make up, makes me made up, up climbing the tree
Towards the thoughts I shade from cynical decay, to one specific day, Recall the footsteps down the hall, where that vivid moment played,
The distant words I heard were said, a conversation weighed
With sighs and retrospective lies and subtle masquerade,
But that's chronology's parade, rewind and forward to the present plagued By all I now believe,
Where every memory delicately clings like quiet autumn leaves,
Changing colours, age'n curl into nostalgic dreams,
Expressing thoughts i hold for warmth before chronology's thieves,
Tear them from their roots they fall, claimed by the winter's breeze.