Clinging to a memory
An ever playing melody
Waiting on a moment
From the seat beneath a downed tree

Where rhyme might find its reason
Which time did not present
The ages cared not of treason
But over the seamless change in seasons

I caught a weighted log
My bones broke to pieces
In a golden haze or fog
Remember your sweet embraces

And as if you had never left
My hands across your lap
Beside me you come to rest
Between us not the slightest gap

My ribs slicing through
My face turning blue
My chest is leaking blood
My lungs soaking up the flood

Of every breath I’ve taken
I’d trade them all for you;

A moment to see you mistaken
More than just a memory
An ever fading melody