Imperfect Dent

I don't remember you
I'm sure I would
given a nail and wood
build a person comprised of things
stripped of memories instead with dreams

Because memories are fragile things
as gosamer as 4 different winds
time will come and steal good intent
replacing it with imperfect dent

I don't remember you
I'm sure I would
hold yourself to the light a bit
shine something between your ribs
show us a bit to catch your drift

Because memories are fragile things
as gosamer as 4 different winds
time will come and steal good intent
replacing it with imperfect dent

I don't remember you
I'm sure I would
if things weren't so empty of play
and thoughts of childhood could stop
and say

let's climb the jungle-gym
let's eat a squashed fly biscuit
let's roll in mud and get it in
our hair and eyes and under our skin

Because memories are fragile things
as gosamer as 4 different winds
time will come and steal good intent
replacing it with imperfect dent

James T. Adair
Yes they are fragile things

 

Frank Lambert
I love the things childhood says here. Those memories and time - the thief, it fades memories, but only when we allow it to. The ones close to heart, they never fade. Nice write, it got me musing.