Tuesday, July 7, 2009

In Pencil

I write in Pencil,
So I can erase and maybe change some things...

Sometime past, I wanted to etch some memories with pencil
So I could erase and maybe change some things.

But an indelible ink it is...our memories.
Events lined up in ink...where only darkness makes it clean as erased.
The bright light of remembrance reveals the flaw of that darkness

Oh how I wish I could write them in Pencil.
So I could erase them and maybe...change some things.