Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on September 30, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The winds of time make light of memory
And toss aside the ruses we employ
Beneath the brush of life’s own emery
Forgotten sorrows rise to present joy

We glimpse what’s lost but cannot understand
If we have seen a dream or angel’s touch
Before it’s gone it’s good to shake the hand
Of promises that we desire so much

A light that shone so briefly fades away
And memories reclaim the truths they held
Each word becomes a part of us to stay
Another strand is added to the meld

The brightest and the best that used to be
Arose to try to set the present free