memories – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Time Glue

We are of no influence – just a little piece as glue.

Pictures one day appear
On a hidden wall
Behind blind eyes
They are drawn with camel hair

Memories of Howth // the hunger to be there
Cool breeze at the harbour // old bread for the gulls

There was a time in our past / When we were told nothing will last
Forever remains nothing we know / You might throw your memories below

Oh, the days go by / Without me trying
Shiny wizards at the sky / My life complete