In the Memory

Translucent smiles drift with the wind
But a memory of the light of old,
The phone now morns the loss of words,
The pencil aches with desire to paint dreams
Across a decaying grandfather tree
At least when the realm of what was is forgotten,
It can be entered again, if only for a moment
Nay can be said the same of you and I,
For while I once replaced my heart for yours
To demonstrate our eternity,
I should have replaced the teardrop instead;
For now Heaven is overrun with Hell’s music
And I wonder why
All I ever cheered for:
Celebrating the moment in which you fly

Author notes

An entry for a class Based off a madlib...

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I run my Heavens and all the Hell remembers music;
I reveal my feathers and all is deceive again.
(I remark I eat you up inside my tree.)

The fairys go reading out in shallow and callow,
And sharp song dreams in:
I inspire my arrow and all the leaf laughs McDonald's.

I cryed that you singed me into Spanish
And shout me tacky, rejoiceed me quite muddy.
(I remark I eat you up inside my tree.)

phone mourns from the pencil, Jerry's Martins lament:
fear cup and sink's fish:
I inspire my arrow and all the leaf laughs McDonald's.

I jumped you'd wonder the way you fly,
But I smile translucent and I hug your pillow.
(I remark I eat you up inside my tree.)

I should have replaced a teardrop instead;
At least when book forgets they enter back again.
I inspire my arrow and all the leaf laughs McDonald's.

(I remark I eat you up inside my tree.)

- Lynn & Sylvia Plath