Godfrey Morris (August 1,1982 / Kingston, Jamaica)
A Memory Lives
These memories wander in my head
These tears of mine still lingers
Holding on to times once dear
A cloud looms high in this sky
Distasteful remedies make me cry
Unwanted discomforts hide my tries
Butterflies of sighs creeps heavily
To the stomach of unwanted good-byes
A dream, a fainted hope never to be seen again
Gone forever, rested in a sleep
Never to rise yet again
How do you say good-bye to the light of yesterday?
A light that shined so brightly
That once hid the vile of wretched earth.
These tears taint the very soil
For I have indeed lost treasure
yet cannot be retained
To the least memories still live, it speaks, it haunts
Though bones forever be constrained
Within the dust of the naked earth
Shall not those memories be permitted to live?
In someone's eyes
In someone's ears
Or even in a whisper
The words of the tongue passé as wild winds
But its truths of virtue remain eternal
For virtue is the only sword I will carry
Thus till the end will the memory live.
Copyright © 2012
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