a scream echoes
through the annals of the universe
exploding across my intrinsic existence
(a memory, a voice, piercing the darkness)

spring whispers kiss my earlobes
breezes sweep the evergreen pines
memory oils the clockwork consciousness
(a sense to associate, an exiled romance)

this is the old town
in a cloud of dust from the windswept west
you were a younger refuge
(but you were the best)