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
