The rising tide

Summer fades away Like headlights in the distance Hidden in scrapbooks

Another lost day Sun bleached argument fragments Washed up in the surf

A stolen moment Between errands, work and sleep A blank mind staring

Reminiscent scent As watchful senses react Searching memories

I hear the birds song Carried on a gentle breeze Lifting my lament

Suddenly I see As light dances on silk web The waiting spider

An Empires stands Hidden behind private gates Exclusive prisons

Remember the key You put away for later Buried in the past

The past is over Lost or buried in and textbooks Just an illusion

making to-do list As clouds roll over landfills of forgotten lists