the
rising tides washed the ages of time
what was once shining
disappear into the darkest hour
raise your wine and say merry,
dance
forgotten truth behind the happy fire
the children,
faces of ignorant
running in the made-believe eden
not knowing
what future will be
what dreams may lie in the forgotten
only
told what needed to be told
see what is to be unfold
memories
taken to cease all trouble
may your life be as simple.
