David Lacey Poems
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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 ...
Seducing undertones, her voice lights new life into my world.
Her form lay as a mystery to the imagination, she teases
You with a coyful play on words, the irony of the situation as
Always goes unheard. Drawing out her sentences with playful giggles
She’s punishing you with innuendo. It played upon my mind for hours,
The voice of a ghost, the ghost of a girl, a girl that will never be ours.
What beauty unknown lay attached to those angel toned words I may never know,