In Memory Of Lost Words Poem by Dean Meredith

Honesty renders memory poor
Words they flee so easily
As if through ever open door
Wicked winds will them free
But they’re mine made by me
Without my mind they’d not exist
My inner eye gave life to thee
Silently they sink into the mist
Shadows left by sun then moon
Alone to find and feel their way
Orphaned from my weeping womb
Not knowing whether night or day
Go my children and seek the light
Truth will guide to where it’s bright