No Need For A Lie
My head finds this pillow,
not soft
but mahogany cold...
iridescent...
alive with thoughts of yesterday
with no remorse for the weary.
Outside lies the days mist.
Filled with dandelion-ash,
drifting to the window's edge
to sneak a peek at my entourage...
the dance of memories I take
night after endless night
The moon sings a lullaby
but the words are remnants...
only taunting
my already trailing sanity.
One would think the BLUE
would fade away some evening...
leave me at peace.
At the very least empty...
void of yesteryear's wishes.
Only...
I find my mind is too astute
and my soul too wistful
to believe such a lie
as forgetfulness.
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