Close these eyes and clearly see
All the times gone by.
When dust is back to life again
Swirling about my eye.
Are memories and lockets
gold and silver dreams,
Nothing slips through tired hands
Yet nothing’s as it seems.
Feet firmly planted,
Like a garden full in June.
And sheers in hand
One’s heart to trim and prune.
Away with untouched limbs
Forgotten and left to die.
A pantry full of memories
Locked chest through endless time.
Closed eyes and I can see,
All I once held dear.
Today I let it float away,
The losses that I fear.
Authentic Truths 