Faces and memories,
Lost in time and space,
Like birds, flit by, then flee.
Grey wings I see,
Bright eyes and smiles,
Upon my window sill they stay.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember yesterday.
Tied in time and space,
Locked room, bound to a chair,
Denied my explorations.
Disconnected decorations
Are photographs,
Nameless portraits in a strange array.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember yesterday.
The meal bringer comes.
Food and basined water,
And sheets to make a bed.
The birds have fled.
She spoons the food
From plates upon a tray.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember yesterday.
The flower bringer comes.
Bright eyes and squawking.
Her hands cover my hands,
Strange words are read,
A tear is shed.
Now all the birds have flown away.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember yesterday.
The night bringer comes
To free me from my ties.
She leads me to a bed,
Strange words are said,
She strokes my head.
I gently on my pillow lay.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll remember yesterday.