Tuesday, April 29, 2008

unforgotten

walking old streets of japan
or in some far away train
memories haunt me
like days without rain

a book opens to a page
gives a glimpse, a view
a forgotten portrait
cruel hands of fate

coffee cups empty chairs
silenced weeping
distant dreaming
come back to me

like a child thats lost
bitter tears gone dry
a song in my heart
do you remember?

my soul rests tonight
straw sheets of empty
restless young spirit
to be is not to be