The Solid Stuff


Memories fade but imprints last forever.
It swings between the sane and mad molecules
Inside the shrouded stream eloping 
In health there is sleep above the rest
And that's not the solid stuff

Of the homeland it paints in shades
In time with the patterns of squares
There are many balls whirling about
For the glory of coming and going
Westward bound, westward bound

We wonder why things first appear
Then to vanish into thin air
Leaving only shadows of something
Molten away not leaving even ashes
No longer of the solid stuff

But as I trace the steps back
Moving over to take a call
Here is the solid stuff
Of things that cannot disappear
Oops, I just fell over a garden wall
 
 

Bevagna 22 6 2010