a (passing) waltz

Look into the past
Beauty never lasts
Throw a flower to the fire
And watch it turn to ash
Decorate your hopes
With violet envelopes
Mark their ends in fountain pen
Then tear up every note
The snows of yesteryear are melting
Gone into the ground
I find myself forgetting the sweet
Memory of a sound
The dawn will kill the night and still
Its light will dim once more
Upon time’s sandy shore
Only dust remains
From Immendorf in flames
Fingers grasp as voices gasp
For unremembered names
Every flower dies
So will you and I
If we’re but blinks, I’d have to think
What good is a goodbye?
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye