Twilight,
Bats in my moonlight.
Wolves, crying.
Telling of things long past.
Things that can never be again:
Memories.
Childhood,
Life is slow.
Golden Beads.
But they slip.
Bats in my moonlight.
Childhood things,
disappear,
as do youth.
Beads slip.
Trying to hold on.
Slow down...
my life.
I am not who I was,
I can never be again.
But... wish...
For an hour,
For a day,
To be..
Not who I am,
But who I was.
Things long past.
To be,
never again.
Locked away,
as:
my memories,
my life,
My Heartsong.
