Fading Memories

by nvrland

Dreamers dream and lovers love, Eyes see and tongues speak.

Yet why does not the heart soar?

Workers work and writers write,

Artists draw and colours ignite.

Yet why does not the heart soar?

Faces passing, coming, gone. Voices flowing; louder, soft.

Yet the heart is still.

Shadows of smiles, Whispers of song,

Memories of dancing-- Alas! All gone.

Laughter rings and eyes do alight-- Words are spoken gently

Fists are raised and meins darkened-- Words are spoken hars

Tears fall and lips do quiver--

Words are spoken softly, broken.

Words are spoken and we move on, Faded spectres almost gone