A Faded Past
Every now and again, I forget to remember
That sometimes thoughts fade, like the cooling of an ember
Once kindling to brightest of flame,
Now wind-blown ash of blackened shame.
Like memories, so long ago occurred,
Like oil painting raindrop blurred.
Once felt feelings of frivolous loves
And stomachs filled with soaring doves,
Become a smearing stain of white
Within grasp of the ebbing night.
Like clutching silk-like, sifted sand,
Ignorant of its slow drain from hand.
Slipping through the tender care
Opening palm to find it bare
A wisp of cloud upon the sky
Never detected by the eye
Slowly dissipating thin
No one to know it had ever been
Until it's passed and looked upon
Is it ever realized that it has gone
Then every feeling is slightly jaded
And every thought is slightly faded.
