Remnants

In the silence of streetlights the distance of memory, returns-
Like some old record playing low, confessing I'm gald to see this go-
Moments stretched from madness to melody-
A flash behind these eyes, conveyed in letters and shapes-

Like the pause before waking, tattooed black on my veins-
With voices that will be gone another years, bathed in kerosene-
A remnant of life, as it blows through my hair, holding me fast-
Speaking to thoughts that settle on your reflection-

Telling me to relax, 'In time you’ll see no one knows for sure'-
Still memories spread upon the pallet of passing days haunt this shadow-
Calling my name to God only knows where-
Changing my face, like a soul untitled, unable to remember-

As one by one these days fly across clouds, on a wave of blue-
On a path leading me home, with eyes that dance with familiar verve-
To burn, eclipsed in words describing desire-
Incandescent frames and a heart of flesh-