In the forest of our memories
Lies the images of untold stories.
In deep, dark and lifeless nights
These memories camp in our hearts
T'is the chronic condition of the human soul,
Wasting away like steel against water and soil!
Who can cure the fancies of the mind,
Who can silence the pain as the images unwind??
Can it be another day already,
Maybe my heart will have a new melody,
Bringing hope and restitution to my soul
Afterall,the future is what lives in our dreams
And our past, we lived-- and now it's all a dream!
©karel
K