05-10-2014, 07:40 AM
False Memories
The last chord squeezed into the space between me and my head.
I played in blue and minor keys,
drifting shifts on dog-day seas,
not noticing that memories
were sails that pulled my ship along;
though by my hand and siren song
I willingly was led.
I walked beside a blue-bell hill where birches crowd the view;
but then, transfixed, I stopped and sighed.
From deep within I realised
a sadness dwelt there, minimised
by all the years of living lies,
choked by another's binding ties:
a love I thought I knew.
I watched the leaden evening sky transmute in to the grail.
Bright gilded fingers thrust through cloud;
I saw the cup held up and vowed
that dreams, like thoughts, were still allowed.
Though manhood takes from every boy
true telling of that first-love joy,
false memories prevail.
tectak
2000-2014
False Memory original
The last chord squeezed in to the space between me and my head.
I played in blue and minor keys,
drifting shifts on dog-day seas,
not noticing that memories
were sails that pulled my ship along;
though by my hand and Siren song
I willingly was led.
I watched a leaden evening sky transmute in to the grail.
Bright fingers, golden, thrust through cloud;
I saw the cup held up and vowed
that thoughts like these were still allowed.
Though manhood takes from every boy
true telling of that first love joy,
false memories prevail.
I walked beside a blue-bell hill where birches crowd the view;
but then, transfixed, I stopped and sighed.
From deep within I realised
a sadness dwelt there, minimised
by all the years of living lies,
choked by another's binding ties:
a love that I once knew.
tectak
2000-2014
The last chord squeezed into the space between me and my head.
I played in blue and minor keys,
drifting shifts on dog-day seas,
not noticing that memories
were sails that pulled my ship along;
though by my hand and siren song
I willingly was led.
I walked beside a blue-bell hill where birches crowd the view;
but then, transfixed, I stopped and sighed.
From deep within I realised
a sadness dwelt there, minimised
by all the years of living lies,
choked by another's binding ties:
a love I thought I knew.
I watched the leaden evening sky transmute in to the grail.
Bright gilded fingers thrust through cloud;
I saw the cup held up and vowed
that dreams, like thoughts, were still allowed.
Though manhood takes from every boy
true telling of that first-love joy,
false memories prevail.
tectak
2000-2014
False Memory original
The last chord squeezed in to the space between me and my head.
I played in blue and minor keys,
drifting shifts on dog-day seas,
not noticing that memories
were sails that pulled my ship along;
though by my hand and Siren song
I willingly was led.
I watched a leaden evening sky transmute in to the grail.
Bright fingers, golden, thrust through cloud;
I saw the cup held up and vowed
that thoughts like these were still allowed.
Though manhood takes from every boy
true telling of that first love joy,
false memories prevail.
I walked beside a blue-bell hill where birches crowd the view;
but then, transfixed, I stopped and sighed.
From deep within I realised
a sadness dwelt there, minimised
by all the years of living lies,
choked by another's binding ties:
a love that I once knew.
tectak
2000-2014