Whatsmynameagain?

Really old houses with obtuse rooms

Clearing the dust with broken brooms

The color blue and weathered veins

His life remains a blurry haze

Brilliant once, he can’t let go

Brilliance is lucky until you’re old

It’s only loyal to the mind

And his, he left it, far behind

He can’t keep a thought to save his life

Grasping at images lost in strife

This, however, is not the problem

Spiraling he arrives near the bottom

Rocking and sitting, sitting and rocking

A bidding comes, a distance knocking

This distance, he remembers, oh so well

But of no specifics does it tell

No sound, no name, no face

A beckoning place, a familiar space

The knocking again, he pulls on his sweater

He remembers now why he hates this weather

It’s the kind that happens behind the eyes

That stays in the knees that causes demise

It causes a chill to run up the spine

“This is it, this brilliance is mine”

“I remember now,” he mutters aloud

His hand is up, it’s reaching around

For what? Who knows, he’s lost in a daze

Reliving this distance with a look of craze

“What love has lost I hate to know!”

But over time his peace will grow

He’ll see that place, that familiar space

And will continue to wake, and wake, and wake.