Adrift...

Adrift…

Push the boats out,

Push ‘em hard

Push me adrift on memory bliss.

Ah, my past. My dim, distant past.

A tightrope walk of images never meant to last.

Memories, spinning round and round,

Circus, saplings, broken hearts.

Tears shed in so many towns.

What if those memories,

Each and all

Could be dealt with a deck of cards?

Thrown out onto the lake of time,

Soft and sometimes hard.

Set adrift on memory bliss

At evening time.

A purple shift.

Low sun in flamingo sky.

I sit, drunk and expected,

And watch the times pass by.

Each and every memory card

Thrown on the water to scatter,

Good and bad and shameful.

Does any of it matter?

If only the bad would drift and go,

And happy times like diamonds,

Float to me, towards me flow.

I would gather all.

To set adrift on memory bliss

A lingering long forgotten kiss.

Choose direction with good not bad,

Laughter, good times,

Free from black, not sad.

I don’t want to remember those closed doors.

Betrayal, indifference, masters and whores.

Perhaps there is no past.

Just this instant,

And nothing more.

Bliss?

It was never meant to last.

Memory bliss

A diamond in each small instant

And then nothing.

Is that contentment?

Push the boats out,

Push ‘em hard

Push me adrift on memory bliss,

I'll survive without that kiss.