Of forgotten words

I slip into the fading twilight,

words fall through my mind in perfect time

to the breath that grows deeper

and I long to be able to remember

all of these beautiful words that fell into place

like ants walking in a perfect line

one after another

moving forward with their goal

as mine was to save each of these images

and words that I felt were so fitting

knowing that with the coming of the dawn,

they would be scattered about

forgotten

and it left me sad in a way

but I knew that at some point,

walking that path they would come back again,

to find me waiting

for a midnight masterpiece

that was born

then slipped into the darkness,

a mere memory

now.

Perhaps it is the whisper of the pink moon

searching over water into my thoughts,

stirring up a calm and peaceful way

that waits for just the right and perfect moment,

sneaking in to rouse me

to come out to play

in coming days.

Maybe the words will be there

as I stand alone under her distant gaze

perhaps she will share with me the memory forgotten

and with the rise of the sun

it will all fall into place

as fingers move

with forgotten grace.