A Lost Memory
A silent moan … has anyone remembered?
Who is still able to remember about
how they were dreaming and longing
laughing and dancing
About living; instead of only existing;
and then about how they were dying …?
Who is still able to remember
about flying towards heavenly worlds
beyond the borders of mind;
– where nothing matters at all
Maybe to linger and maybe once to return …?
All that remains are our shadows
an echo that silently asks
Do we really exist;
or are we just a lost memory
of what could have been.
© Sirenia 2012
