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Mémoires-

Little snow flakes softly falling,
Boiling water on the stove,
Flashing stars are swiftly sailing,
Through that black abyss above.
Oh, how all these days are passing,
Blurry echoes of the past,
And though the moon is kindly waiting,
I know that none of this will last.

Raindrops tapping on my window,
Spring’s own rhythm, quick and new,
And wild winds begin to blow,
To make me think of things I knew,
Those mémoires of a time now past,
Those images I cling to still,
Those broken shards fading so fast,
But I can’t stop it with my will.

Now comes Summer, warm and free,
It’s flowers bloom, and rivers run,
They lull me to a waking sleep,
Wandering heedlessly in the Sun.
But when the days begin to shorten,
And the leaves begin to fall,
I find my memories are broken,
All are lost behind Time’s wall.

Now the leaves are gently falling,
In an orange and golden hue,
Slowly Summer’s warmth is fading,
Slow it down and watch the view.
If only I could take a picture,
Capture all the bright array,
Freeze it in the depths of time where,
It might never fade away.

I have a wee bit too much time on my hands. Don't you hate it when you have good memories of something, then they begin to fade. Slowly at first, then for a while you get distracted by something else, but when it's over, you try to remember again, and they're all gone. Once things go by they don't come back. I guess that's the way it is with time, but I don't particularly like it.