April Cerise, In Memoriam
easter comes on halloweensayin goodbyewhen memories screamgolden december afternoonpatriciathrough a doora love for storiesforegone songawaiting springsummer sundayin her youthceci est le coeur like a recollection that once lived and flewthe spirit of nostalgia is passing byprivate life the dreamer livessounds of yesteryearpackinglove letters, yellowing with antiquitythe way i remember itwhere i belongit was a day like any otherzelma's memorythe necklacewaiting for raintime stood still for a screaming secondfrom what i could recallwe are our memorieswhich dawns out of darknessall things come to an end.
to whom all the past is
not a diminishing road
confusing time with its mathematical progression.