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sweet memories
moments of love
shared in the comfort
flowers know of
suddenly shattered
a reign of cruelties
nothing else mattered
everything bleeds
lost in apathy
promises broken
bring hope to it's knees
but still I am standing
on
sweet memories
sweet memories
recorded in song
in mixings of music
and words simple and strong
I miss the recordings
and mourn the tragedies
and pity the people
who took them from me
but nothing can take
the
sweet memories
sweet memories
written in prose
and rhymes by my hand
and authors I love
the walls were alive
with music and text
when cost was no object
more art would be next
immersed in creation
now all has burned down
a forest without trees
but nothing can take
the
sweet memories
come walk for a while
along ancient trails
revisit the muses
the laughter and wails
the songs of the poets
the dreams singers sing
the instruments tell us
what magic we bring
dare thought to remember
dare heart to re-feel
dare share re-creation
like one final meal
and inspire the rebirth
of the child inside
the trees may be gone
but the forest never died
sweet memories
bring it all back alive
in sweet memories
everything survives
the prized recordings
the turn-weathered leaves
the heart is still beating
I still see the trees
reborn in our sharing
and love is uniting
the birds and the bees
for nothing can take the
sweet memories
no nothing can take
the
sweet memories
Sweet Memories
Ric Candor ©2002
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