When memories invade your thoughts, <br />in the quiet moments, <br />with laughter, tears, fears and pain. <br />Of promises we made so long ago, <br />and that were never kept, <br />of friends we had, now gone, <br />and dreams that were now lost in time, <br />of the pedestals on which we sat, <br />like some uncrowned king, <br />in the kingdoms of our own blindness, <br />or of the strangers like passing shadows <br />that disappear into nights black gown. <br />We are but mortals, in search of immortality. <br />We know not what lies behind the last door, <br />only of our struggles, we relive repeatedly, <br />with hope that will give us comfort <br />in the abyss of sleep. <br /> <br /> <br />20 February 1991<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-quiet-moments/
