Peel back the ancient layers
Years fall away like snowflakes,
Crumpled sheaves melt in silence
Empty reams – forgotten choices.
Half-memories, framed mounted hung
Line cobweb clustered corridors,
Flakes of paint which scratch the eye
Onion-tears built over time.
Distant voices haunt my mind
Their echoes in dark caverns sing,
And words I heard cavort and play
Twisting meaning – snake-like charm.
But did I not once hear the words
‘I love you’, spill from angel lips,
To crash upon the rocks below
And lose themselves to other thoughts?
And what of words you spoke to me
Did my ears hear the same as yours,
Or did they paint a different view
A fantasy within me grown?
And could I read behind your eyes
Or were my own sweet sightless blind,
To conjure up a memory
A tower built towards the sky?
With disappointment did I turn
Away from you, or so it seemed,
But was it then or maybe now
Your words I could not comprehend?
Now years fall down like snowflakes
And melt in silence in my heart,
Paint flakes fall from empty canvas
Wasted reams – forgotten choices.