The cautionary vision beyond the hills <br />Flows through the river of my mind and it spills <br />I head above and don’t look back <br />You’ve been great but carry the sack <br /> <br />Like sand you disappear through my fingers <br />Though your soft touching words lingers <br />An everlasting glow is all that I will know <br />Until the dawn cracks and the vision will show <br /> <br />The tapping of the past peeps through your window <br />A final reminder of the memory you are about to let go <br />A rush of cold brushes through your spine <br />Look through the old pages and draw the final line <br /> <br />Farewell to the whistling bird <br /> Let her sing but Let it free <br />Let the past be nothing but a memory<br /><br />Sara Tehrani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-35/
