The Memories Of Time

I walk with you
along the streets of mind
no footsteps fall
or the click of heels heard
as darkness wraps around -
these memories of time.

Like black clouds of obscurity
with scattered sparks of ash
trudging through the thickest crumbs
as the moral compass finds the path.

When rainfalls - like sodden words
lay heavy on my tongue
now slick of throat -
I wander round
a grey-coat tightened
keeping out the thoughts of cold.

Then the darkness fades away
when eyes open
the crowed walk is done
a decision now been made
as the memories of time
take a bow - and walk away
revealing
my new day.