Days for Thoughts

My worn chair was stiff and pocked and cold
As I sat there pondering and old.
My head was in my hand tilted down
And memories and blankets covered me.

Deep and depressive, soundless and sad
Quiet was the last thing I desired.
Noise, fractious and loud, dark and mired,
Could have pushed it down, put it away.

But my thoughts had always remained
And my memories had always been placed…

And so I waited and danced and sang—
Bells of delusion did ring and bang
A cold-hearted happiness was always worn—
And out of its darkness a smile was born.

But my thoughts had always remained
And my memories had always been placed…

I had love at a time in my life,
A friend, a girlfriend, a flame and wife.
But once my soul had begun to fade,
She left me and I drove her away.

And thus I turned to my hoary chair
With my memories in its bearings.
I sat down and I tousled my hair
Reclining back down and looking back up

To the slowness of the dark.

Out of the cold embrace I had lain
And my clothes and body and eyes were changed.
Light, candescent, fell around in flood,
Sweeping away the abyss and blood.

And no longer did my memories stay.
And no longer did they stay.