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.

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