Remember It Not
Every night I would sit
pondering into the abyss,
and in that deep train of
those intangible thoughts
I read the anthology of all my life's
inquiries and I sat there
questioning what it all meant.
In one moment's memory
for the first time I fell in love:
The soft peck of sweet sugar
on my rose stained cheeks,
which gently moved to
my soft spoken lips,
to the gentle whispers of sweet
nothings into my ear - oh,
what memories...
what beauty in pure bliss.
And yet, when all winded down -
fallen and left broken -
cry, I did - for many nights
and on for days
and it was then,
sitting there
starring down on a reflection
of my own tears
of a girl that I once knew,
that she spoke to me.
She said to me:
"Pain wasn't written in life,
but life was written in
the pride of love & heart,
so present a smile unto your restless face
and erase all agony...
Her little jingle enlightened me
to the thought
that I was not meant to live in distain
and lose all of my joyful intentions.
That I was destined in my life
to find solace in the past,
and find beauty in
the unseen future
for tranquility was my goal,
and only when achieved could I truly move on...
So I said to my heart,
what my mind all but knew,
that peace has forever
been in my rugged path.