Remembering The Sliver


He washes away the dirt of the day
It falls collecting dust,
Through time and light
Both day and night
Its slumber that he lusts.
Retreating back to the things he's packed
His childhood hidden away,
Shivering trees
And shimmering dreams
Evaporate in dismay.
He's grown to tall to muster the fall
For his work is all he knows,
Long distant nights
Taken hostage by flights
As he watches the trees as they grow.
Taken way back by his memories that stack
Through these clouds he sees himself,
Rain still does fall
And time does not stall
For you're out on display on some shelf.
So wade in the river and remember the sliver
That still lyes beneath your skin,
So when your day comes
You'll go out with the drums
Of that child that is hidden within.

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