writing Eleventh Month (The days before tears fall)

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

To search for lost memories, perhaps the wondering thought of it all

A lost transition of a simple life into extraordinary meaning and purpose

And into these feelings of which memories are created, furthered by our emptied hearts

Spilling forth the lost emotions , all of this, upon the many days which I had yet to face

All upon you, and a gracious heart to share, by windows of expression

 

My heart has been what is often created from thoughts of a distant mind

Often forgotten in it's shells which were made in an attempt to further understanding

yet, as all would surely be, disaster is created only to envelope the kinder mind

And when all lays in ruin from the mind which left my own to fall behind, the purest heart falls

 

In those days before the end, and in those memories created before disaster, I await still

My heart which fell, tangled with yours, awaiting in its slumber once again 

Hiding away in a shell once more, before these days which lie ahead

The sheltered pain of reliving the lost memories that our hearts bore witness to

All of this, in which we wait

The days before, and days to come

 

 

-David Favret

 

23rd