Remains

This morning reminds these remains
gripping grappling scenes repeating
playing paper memory replayed.

sleeping silent form, I sneak away.
I'm sorry.

This bosy slips away, this mind remains
Animal ascendent then, now declining
No warm blood in this cold trembling.
Yellow morning soaks self and slips
This Morning.

Mix memories, taint memories and moan
colours blend and bleed, and smoulder
If I could take it back, I would,no would never
No;

Part of me remains in you to show forever.



Colin Aherne