Memories are distant days
You cannot see
Yet know
Silent in the mind
Silent yet heard
Dark yet seen
Set in some strange twilight world
That is not dream
Times
Places
Words
Faces
Marching backwards
Fading slow
Hold them close
Then let them go
Like shadows
In the fire glow
Back
To that strange distant land
Where they belong
There to wait
‘til called upon
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