Lest I forget

Lest I forget,

The feelings I dared to feel before. 

    While I listened to the sound of the wind and the echoes of memories long past. 

     Of times not meant to last, 

   Dare I remember the song of the rivers, ever flowing,

   Peaceful as it seems before a storm. 

     As I look at the sky what do I see, but the clouds floating most effortlessly,. 

     Lest I forget the memory of those who come and are gone for eternity.  

    Do I feel them nearby, whispering, wondering; 

Oh, how the days go by. 

    their voices whispering, thinking. , 

       what, then, do they say? 

   Do they tell me tales of peaceful ways, or sadness that will not go away. 

    Do they guide me toward a better way? 

  Do they sing us songs of honor and promises of a better day? 

    Again and again do, I ponder. 

The state we see as ever changing as the tides. 

    Dare I wonder what may come and watch the skies every way.  

    The skies change each day, ignored by those led astray, 

As still as stone, unmoving or changing,

Not seeing the realities in any way. 

    Many years pass, and blindness surrounds the lo as it once. 

    Lest they forget. 

     What stories the trees have to teach, and what wisdom can come from the voice of the wind. 

   Whispers of truths lost and forgotten, 

Of times that we had lived before, 

     When we sleep at night, what dreams do come? 

    Softer than a cloud or wilder than a storm. 

 The dreams we dare to dream no matter the norm. 

    Can I ascend the tallest mountain, or swim in the most immense sea, can I be happier than I could never be. 

     Shall I fly through the sky on the wings of a dream, Dare my eyes perceive things that are not what they seem.

     Will we ponder the truths lost and forgotten or the mysteries hidden behind the scenes? 

     Can we dream of the light of a better day, and finally, we will find our way? Lest I forget to look forward to a brighter day.