Memories in the Breeze By Jasen Sousa

Memories in the Breeze


Blowing, knowing, slowing, raging, fading, aging.
It has become a special occasion to recall
experiences in life that shape who we are, we’ve come so far,
yet it’s amazing how much gets lost in life’s blazing squall.

Gusts, trust, lust, lush, must, hush,
and listen to the wind roar.
The tales being told should never grow old,
do not ignore stories before that gently soar.

Name, became, fame, shame, rain, pain,
felt from fragile frames of fantastical figures you can no longer touch.
Faces taken off to places that are unknown, memories in the breeze roam.
People who are now at ease in the breeze, people who were loved so much.

Air, stare, where, there, clear, disappear,
don’t let them dissolve.
Help their emotions evolve so they are not ignored, remember this when the wind roars.
Memories in the breeze as long as the world continues to revolve.




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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