This History
By
Bruce Clifford
Taking to the sea
Wondering what will be
Not many ships around
Too many empty sounds
Seeing past the waves
Never knowing what to say
This journey all in time
The only engine I could find
I guess you don’t know me the way you knew me
The way you held me in those distant memories
You can’t know me or ever forget me
There’s nothing left but this history
This history
Talking to the salt
Opening Pandora’s vault
A light glows orange, yellow and brown
Wearing the hidden bells only crown
I guess you don’t know me the way you knew me
The way you held me in those distant memories
You can’t know me or ever forget me
There’s nothing left but this history
This history
This history of long ago
This history of long lost souls
This history of letting go
This history never to be told
©5/3/2017 Bruce Clifford
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