John Barrowman Memory
midnight. not a sound from the pavement.
has the moon lost her memory? she is smiling alone.
in the lamp light the whitherd leeves collect at my feet.
and the whind begins to moan.
memory. all alone in the moonlight.
i can smile at the old days, i was beautiful then
i remember the time i knew what happiness was.
let the memory live again
every street lamp seems to beet a fatalistic warning.
someone mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it
will be morning.
daylight. i must wait for the sun rise.
i must think of a new life and i mustant give in.
when the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too.
and a new day will begin
burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of
morning.
the street lamp dies, another night is over, anotherd day
is dawning.
touch me. its so easy to leave me allalone with the
memory
of my days in the sun.
if you touch me you'll understand what happiness is.
look, a new day has begun.
