Misting Memories

Early mourning shadows wept silent in solitary shifting shades

Cerebral gray matters clinging tight to overcast misting memories

Wearing gravitational heavy sorrows filling a heart hollow, afraid

To remember, even worse to forget, in past tense abrasive emery.

Granular grains time’s continuum composition weight slipping bye

In polished recollections of loved one passing by, coffin grave sites

Stilled silence drifts in a solemn morning fog of grave stones that lie

Resting in peace, where in time pieces weather the tomb’s blight.

Oh wail Banshee wind that shivers cold, the naked soul into chills

Reverberating quill in a frail fragile crystal clear shattering scream

Baring sharp shards emotions to send tears flowing in motions, still

Feeling the pain throbbing inside lost existence - of vanishing creams.

Oh, kneel poet.

Sail alive in those poetic prayer verses,

Where heartbeats bare its grave words.

Where inside mother’s womb,

Birth wails alive its arrival conception

Reception upon being this divine creation

That resonates the poet’s individual traits,

Before the vanishing cream –

Brings fading -

Misting Memories

David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 05/07/12 ©