The Lives of Remembered Dreams

In the echo's of your sound's

In the rock's upon the paper's

Tis' how we live after death's

From one billion times before

Unto the infinity afterwards

From the music's or the math's

   the science's or the art's

Without the war or domination

The mind can light a darkness

Through all the senses

We do possess 

From a day's culture into the eternal

Shared beyond all this reason

Beyond the border's

Of all these bodies

To transcend every moment of all this time

We will paint these wall's

With what we have

And sing far into the skies

So what makes us human might never die

Author's Note

Reviews

[Dara]

Very profound and extremely well written. Enjoyed it from beginning to end.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you for the generous review. I've been too busy swearing at my neighbors to read you properly. I'll see you sooner than later.

[Dara]

Ah! As Robert Frost once wrote: “ Good fences make good neighbors.” ;-)

[Lathen Griffiths]

Sorry but this is nonsensical nonsense.

[Davidgeo]

Probably. But you need to give me a good reason why or it just seems like you're just falling for a trap I laid for you. (i left you that review specifically to see how you would respond)

[Lathen Griffiths]

Oh well done you, now you know.

[Davidgeo]

It's all good. I'm pretty cunty myself.

Some of the greatest poems ever written are incredibly shallow, it's not necessarily a bad thing. I just made it sound that way for sport. If you can describe well something as simple as the wetness of water you're a genius.

[Aldo kraas]

That is a beautiful moving poem
Keep up the good work