THE MEMORY OF YOU

Breath, a soft hush 
Gently stirs the feathers.
Lip’s pale and cracked,
Wet with mornings dew.

Fingers gently touching,
A skin softly rippling.
A man without emotion,
Then there is you.

An eye quickly blinking,
Reflecting a heart’s crushing.
In the body of the lamb,
The lamb that is you.

A tear softly falling,
Unnoticed by the calling
,
Of the swarming of the many,
But caught by the few.

A beauty slowly slipping,
Past times constant ticking,
Carries in its cradle,
The memory of you.

Written by me
 
May 28 2005