Lost and Found

All the clocks were broken that afternoon
The scent of green tea candles filled the room
They promised each other love
They promised each other sleep
Then, like a rising symphony
The scaling footsteps out the door

Enlightenment burned like the sun
It was not until then, that having a heart
Was a cruel, detestable affliction
All that was lost was lost over again
Waves of forgetfulness tides in like the sea
Under the drowning sounds of nature’s underground
Life could resume naturally,
Some common sense could be found

Sometimes, some days one could certainly see
The material remains laid out like a museum
But who knew what they meant anymore
Out of time, out of space they resembled sleeping bulbs.

Did history and time change all of what we did?
In the end, that dark grey day when we lay in bed
Do we, will we dare to say with belief,
That all we did, we did not know what we did?
Would he or she remember each other?
What was said and what was promised in slumber?


When and if we look into the pendulum’s swing
That destructive arc that wears and tears
Will we look back to those moments where love and wonder
Strung our tunes together like a melodious pair?

When, and if we shall meet again
Behind us the sun that’s setting and our hearts,
No longer so loud and brave in beating
Will we love and love again,
Our memories taking over bodily actions
Will we be the same as we remembered
Like the dreams we had through the years of slumber?