Memory floats <br />And becomes colors <br />On the canvas of the sky <br />A stroke there or here <br />Sometimes hard <br />Sometimes shy <br /> <br />As I reach a hand <br />To wipe the wet paint <br />Not my tears <br />I create a smudge <br />Not a sight to see <br />Nor a song for one's ears <br /> <br />I want the sky <br />Two colors <br />Gray and blue <br />Gray for clouds and cobwebs <br />Dusty and done <br />Blue for true <br /> <br />Memory is the painter's picture <br />The sky is the seer's eyes <br />Both don't mix in a mind <br />But sky is the sun in the morning <br />Rain in the evening <br />Fixed with many things assigned <br /> <br />So is memory now a pet <br />Tomorrow a raging tiger <br />Both a caged animal within <br />Where is the wild <br />Where are the prairies <br />Is memory out or in?<br /><br />Ragy Sandid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-15/
