persistent memories

The flicker of the light
Bulb that hangs over her head
Picks out the small
Lines shrouding her face

The bulb that hangs over her head
It dangles so precariously
Lines shrouding her face
Wake you to the beauty of her voice

It dangles so precariously
Like the last thread of a dream
Waking you to the beauty of her voice
As you heard it that morning

Like the last thread of a dream
The one that you never remember
As you heard it that morning
That morning was so long ago

The ones that you never remember
Take the shape of dreams
That morning was so long ago
You will not remember anymore

Take the shape of dreams
And run your fingers through her hair
You will not remember anymore
When you have not seen her for a year

And run your fingers through her hair
For when you are sitting in a dingy bar
When you have not seen her for a year
Strange women will remind you of her

For sitting in a dingy bar
Blinded by smoke and scotch
Strange women will remind you of her
And you will not know why

Blinded by smoke and scotch
You will pick out small
Strange women who remind you of her
Under the flickering light

banned stories

I saw a black spot flash
Across a dark road
The quiet of the night
Disturbed by a scream

Across the dark road
I could see people
Disturbed by a scream
Whispered into their minds

I could see people
They held the secrets
Whispered into their minds
By the trees along the river bank

They held the secrets
Without the fear of being caught
By the trees along the river bank
I could hear the stories

Without the fear of being caught
In the quiet of the night
I could hear stories
I saw a black spot flash