Remember
Stages of tales have a place in my mind
Life is made grand by the ruse that it plays
When your thoughts go back to the former days,
A softened light is cast on what you find.
Mind, how do you make these changes so? To
make me see and adore the wounding blade?
Or find the thoughts that hide in darkest shade
and turn them sane when dragged to open view?
But mind, why must you be romantic now?
I sing the names as thoughts fill up my sight.
You add emotions where there was just slight,
In things ignored, significance endow
You see my pains and wrap them as a gift
For change is better than letting them drift