Memory

Ghostly whispers of a wintry wind unkind,

Hellish roars of a scalding fire in rage,

Sweet, soft crashing of the world all around me,

Feel nature’s caress soothing my tattered soul.

I look at my haven and marvel at my find,

For surely my sorrow can reach a timeless age.

I look to the sky and wish I were free,

For such a massive feat it is to be all I can be.

My love for my passion’s as vast as the sea,

And oft I have to wonder if that’s a defection in me.

When I gaze upon my pride and my eyes fill with tears,

I want to fall on my knees and pray for my fears.

In this horrible world of violence and reality,

My night terrors are of dreams, naught but a memory.