Buried thoughts

Buried thoughts

It’s a memory best forgotten

It is dead and buried deep,

It’s the dream that's lost on waking,

By a girl who cannot weep.

It’s a sound that calls to silence,

It’s the beauty fading fast,

It’s the hope that now lies broken

Through a time that cannot last.

It’s the moon through clouds of shadow,

It’s the raindrop in the sea,

It’s a cause of wars and battles

Lost to myth and history.

It’s the poem never spoken,

It’s the story never told.

In the darkness, in the twilight,

It’s the rope you cannot hold.

JHM 7 July 2019