ON REPITITION...

Sometimes a door closes
The lights fade and finally vanish
And the iron grip of dust settles
On articles and memories alike
And we forget what did live
And strive to create another

For what we hide we forget
And what we forget we repeat
Till all we are left with
Are incomplete words
And deeds unfinished
Over and over again

And so we must move back
To wipe away the dust and reopen lives
To relive that what we forgot
And to remember that which we hid away
The airs of memory that are murky and dank
Must be shown to light shining again

So let the doors shut be opened
Let the drapes drawn be pulled apart
Let the flames of thought be rekindled
Let the memories sing to us again
For that which had died once must be reborn
Lest we give birth to another death