Relics Of The Lost Poem by soren Barrett

Scales of gray spill over aging hours of a waning day
Descending clouds, blur, a fading edge of realities photograph
Smoky ash colored fog leaves grainy images in a wintry feel of time
In mist of the eye the world dissolves, blindness falls
A memory folded to be put away, bent corners of another day
Deteriorated bits of today, the past long missed, now so tenderly kissed
To be stored, till tomorrow's dawn, in a dusty drawer
Where only the mind has the key