Myth

Tell me a story where I won’t see him

Invading memories like the sand which fills the hourglass to the brim

Salty water rolls down in testimony to the memories that unfold

A myth that broaches all boundaries with stories untold

Let the barriers fall, down goes the curtains that the stormy winds stall

The musky smell of the fresh wet soil escorts the mascara the flowing tears spoil

The door remains abound as the inbound soul cries to the beats of an unheard sound

Tell me a story where I won’t see him

Invading memories like the sand which fills the hourglass to the brim

Salty water rolls down in testimony to the memories that unfold

A myth that broaches all boundaries with stories untold

The eyes seek to travel the lonely untraversed lane

The path with an unknown name, a mirage on a mystic new plane

Look on as the knocker continues to gathers dust

Soft wind caressing the curtains of a closed window where the latch continues to rust

Tell me a story where I won’t see him

Invading memories like the sand which fills the hourglass to the brim

Salty water rolls down in testimony to the memories that unfold

A myth that broaches all boundaries with stories untold