• Something- an echo,
    From not too long ago,
    Whispering; a long-lost song,
    That I had once known,
    And I had once sang aloud to the beating hearts of the heavens,
    With plush ribbons spinning through my breath-
    I remember.

    I remember the sound of the leaves brushing my fingers,
    I remember the rain's music painting diamonds on the pavement,
    I remember the song,

    But, then again, the melody is lost in the clouds,
    Yet there is a new one,
    Hugging my ears,
    Telling me sunrise is not far off.