did I invent despair
clouded memories are such
that I cannot recall
did I invent my youth
a boy playing in the woods
who now is dead and gone
the old white farmhouse
and the green creek
no longer exist for me
I must wonder of reality
of a thousand foggy visions
love and loss and tears
did I invent yesterday
and was it all a dream
dissolving in nighttime mist
and is the death I fear
an unreal and ghostly door
to gardens beyond the sky
or will I close my eyes
to only dream again
of reinventing yesterday
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