Miner Birds and Passing Memories

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.