In Shadows Of Stillness

The leaping streams of all gone yesterdays Are always with us in memories still Like a posy of silent gold clay thrill With everything that in a thought plays The slowness of forgetful feathers grays In shadows of stillness remembrance frill Each hour in lathered up destiny fill That shows its gifts in ground of many lays Where there's nothing always in its waiting Of dreams that come to be forever lost Though always with this knowledge debating Broken route or another that gets crossed So much in wandering searching that stopped Or was with the ordinary days dropped