Memories, as solid as shadows; silhouettes deeper than echoes

[Raya @ REAL CONSERVATIVES]

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When shadows whisper

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I limped away
into the night
I could've stayed
but for the fright
as shadows shimmered
...dancing on the fire light

When shadows whisper
o’er desert dunes
the blazing sun blisters,
the dry wind attunes...
...and those whispering echoes
roar like typhoons...

A silhouette, an echo, a shadow
a glimmering mirage,
on a distant plateau
in a withering barrage
of beckoning sirens
calling from a gothic montage...

...Its there you shall find me
whirling, swirling away,
memories behind me,
like dizzying dances
from haunted romances...

...a forlorn fading echo
calling, faintly,
faintly, faintly...
...then gone

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I want to be a memory

I want to be a memory
remembered for that one good thing
I want to be a memory
like the melody...when angels sing

...I want to be a memory
in your heart and ne’er forgot
I want to be a memory
like ‘good old days’...and Camelot

Remembered, for just one good thing,
for doing things I said I’d do,
...those elusive dreams, like distant bells that ring,
chasing echoes...that I could never view

I never found gold in El Dorado
over those rainbows,...where fortune lies
...so, as reflections fade in shadow
like fluttering, elusive butterflies...

...I’ll just fly away to Chan-na-lee
to the east of the whispering bells;
and lie me down in a lost memory
where eternal silence ever dwells

I want to be a Memory...
remembered for that one good thing
reflected in your reverie
when those forgotten bells begin to ring

COPYRIGHT 2017 - R. ATHENS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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...to Alex,

my black & white kitty

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[Raya @ REAL CONSERVATIVES]

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