No Name - Poem by David Blake
Across the sky splitting with light memories filled
the night. I can almost taste the air that afternoon
I walked alone on that lonely dusty road. The
clouds blowing the warm spring air, how could I
dare aspire? You can always change your name
but the reality of life remains the same. I can’t
remember her name, only that we lay their under
the sun, laughing never believing that it might
someday end. So many things have come and
gone seasons dreams passing away, long lost
moments now traveling eternally through time.
Voices from a world that no longer remains call
out from there prison in vain, but no matter how
hard we try the visions in our dreams remain.
Lovingly we embrace them but they serve only
to remind us of the passing of what was, and is,
and most disturbingly what could have been.
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