The winds of change
Don't know my name.
Something happened
Frozen ground,
Silence hears
Not a sound.
Mist shrouded hills
Shapes are solid,
In oceans of the mind.
Waves of Nostalgia
Hit the headlines.
What is there left to remember,
Empty voids of nothingness,
Winds of change no longer,
Whisper my name.
All forgotten dreams
As we drift on through,
The time line of centuries
Past.
Of centuries yet
To be.
Who will recall I ever existed
Did I make,
An impression on this world
Reminisces of conversations,
Pictures in the psyche
Thoughts distant.
The winds no longer
Know my name
