Pieces

Pieces

Walk away from the smoke
Let it follow
Let the rain kill it

Hysterical pieces of the past
What does it matter
Who cares

Walk away from the smoke
Of a fire in the rain
Look up

A blue window
Installed with picture pleasures
The hair of a woman

Walk away from the past
Watch the fire
Forget feelings

Some thoughts lie around us like a shroud
A low lying cloud

Some words, so gentle
Stick behind the eyes
Some stars always hang over home

Some memories are all that is left and pass into stories
That finally no one want’s to hear.