Talons scratch the surface
on a marble block.
Something Once untouchable
now contemplates the clock.
Opening my mind
to a concept once unseen.
Possibility flies through me
and sticks like color on an evergreen.
The steady annoyance
that's now buzzing through my head.
And now words are being written
that might never have been read.
A sweet surreal existence
of something I once knew.
Now floods with sweet persistence
And speaks silently the truth.
But these thoughts and memories are faded
and alas I cannot see.
Because these memories are of a girl
who once was, but is not me.
