Memory I

You see the border of her coat

Is torn and stained with sand.

And you see the corner of her eye twist

Like a crooked pin

 

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.

Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

 

Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.

Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters

And soon it will be morning.

 

Memory, all alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again....