Memory

I don’t want my old dream back.

The hopes I used to have,

Have faded to black.

Nostalgia

Memoria

Musica

Memory of a fantasy.

My fantasy.

An orange day,

A red glass,

Dancing away,

Feet on green grass.

A frozen moment

Of fluid movement.

Long past,

I dreamt of that day.

Over the empty glass

Alone and jaded.

My orange sky faded

The lilac so light,

Thickened to night.

Sit under the navy sky,

Nothing but the stars and I,

And none of them are mine.

Let the dream fly,

Let it die.

Let me live,

With a memory

Of a fantasy.