Comes and goes,
Like a wave.
Dear memory,
Don\'t misbehave.
Snippets of what was said,
Only last:
But I remember the ride;
What a blast.
Whispered thoughts:
Telling signs:
I am mute;
But never blind.
Oceans boiling;
A whore To host:
The land mourning,
As it turns to toast..
So here I am,
On my arse.
So to you...
I raise my glass.