The song

It’s sad, it’s mysterious
it’s nostalgic.

The song is surprising
and simple - sparse
in a way.

Yet if feels so still, so raw,
so reverent like a psalm
or a prayer or
an ancient funeral chant.

Perhaps one day
I will mourn the loss
of these little details
missing from my memory.

But it all fades away
when I hear the song
again.

As memories go -

that’ll do me.

With thanks to Lorin Clarke, I found this piece while researching for another I'm working on.

Dream intentionally - while you're awake.