SWEET POISON

in my hand held heaven

my fleeting memories intoxicate me

with the choking odours of the past

like sweet poison

memories

that silently seep in the porous quagmires of time

i hear the rusted footsteps of the present

memories of forgotten memories

clouded in the mist of my mind

through the unending archway of time

do i travel like a fallen leaf

drifting in the winds of progress

with the cherished horizon receding

until it merges with the dungeon of my dreams

to produce sun baked negatives

coloured in the colourless colour of time

shadows of memories

those shine even in the light of the present

static on the frozen pendulum

a history called ‘Unforgettable’

that deftly plays on the broken strings

of mind’s guitar sweeter than jazz

how often has the moment’s orchestra

rocked to the seismic waves of yore

that dominate the ticking clock

past changes the present but

present cannot change the past

dark words written in dark ink

slips in the darkness of the past

darkening when it was written

with broken verses winding down

the lane of moonless memories

into the twilight of lost chasms

those chasms

in my hand held heaven

choke me like sweet poison.

-DS