Remembrance Poem by Colin Pickett

Remembrance is a desert;
a harsh and lonely land.
Where precious thoughts are buried,
and dreams are lost in sand.

The idle fruits of glory
provide no comfort here.
The days of ribald greatness
are like the days of fear.

Where memory waits unnoticed,
behind the heart and soul,
there is a key that drives us
to seek our final goal.

What are we truly looking for
beyond our conscious minds?
What is the hidden answer
in life we cannot find?