reveries and i see words in amber

memories through the breeze i remember

and i hear them

i hear them shaking the leaves

if i try to hold them pin them down

they might slip away

memories turn like leaves

first lush then gold then grey

reveries and she weaves fears in amber

and she hears them

she hears them shaking the leaves

the harder she feeds them

the faster they're fading away

memories is

memories

memories

memories