Member Poem

Lives untold slipped into the abyss of forgetfulness
As time scrapes away moss from the walls of history
Big trees thought them mere shadows
Created by the foreplay of light and darkness
Carried away by the winds and rivers
And the scarves of many little girls
Who once scrambled and laughed in the softness of them,
They are gleaned by earth eventually in its womb
To sleep and never come back
Lives uncared for disappeared in a landscape of grief
As grey as it can be when it rains
As blue and distant as it can be over the mountains
Clouds of sorrow, clouds of listless wandering mist
Afloat they go and sculpt in their dreams
There are no more mysteries on earth
All said and done, never looked back upon
Life is just a lull for those left behind
The tiny things gone, the giants lurch in the emptiness of grey.