Too fast to grasp, until there's only now
Watch the sun rise in the Eastern sky
As the night is left where memories lie.
Forgetting, forgotten - the mind of man
The heights of knowledge cannot stand
Even a memory has to fade
In the rising dawn of a new day.
Our spirits know what our minds cannot fathom
Their memories aren't their own
Just like a voice, a song, a scene
Will draw our souls and take us home.
A place where the sun doesn't need to rise
And memories have no use
Where God is not a glimpse
And belief not something we choose.
For the dream is never lost
It's there again when we close our eyes
And to be born is only forgetting -
and to die is remembering why.
Lisa de Jong
|Taylors Mistake, Christchurch, New Zealand|