the persistence of memory

The persistence of memory
Is echoed in soft clocks,
Tick tocking No more in my mind
Of serenity’s sweet scented scene.
It echoes my past generation
Eternal as sand dusted roads,
Of Old harbour Spanish town and Barbadian isles.

The persistence of memory
Remains true even though
The horizon separates the sea
From heavens throne,
With its thoughts dying in purgatory’s
Evening hues and stratospheric
Still dusk light.

The persistence of memory
Winks his eye on these lashed
Sun bleached bones,
Knowing only the death
Of hot summers, spent on lusty
Evening beaches
Naïve with youth’s song
And barbecue fires.

The persistence of memory
Reminds the seasons to change to
Blooming spring tides,
Where barren trees once hung fraught,
On winter’s nocturnal twilight.

The persistence of memory
Gnaws into my brain,
Before I know the journeys end
And creates conflicting thought patterns
To rock my perception of reality
And reinstated mind.

Jagged rocks jut out like palms
Of seas, where ant-equated notions
Revive death, curbed by history’s twisted glare.
Where burnished gold stones
Resembles ice-bergs of ant-arctica,
Unable to saturate the quiet water
Where days glow in luminosity.
They extinguish forests of emerald green
And peasants working in the Master’s Field.

The persistent of memory is persistence
Till it distorts my peace and leaves
No footprints on tidal sands;
On Freud’s washed up landscape
Void of conscious worlds,
The existence of mortalities enemy,
And acceptance of a living God.