To stop them drifting out on a sea of forgotten.
A rotten sentiment is soon forgotten, but a cherished memory is a stream begotten;
undammed and free-flowing.
They burrow in your ears, and they crawl through your eyes.
A toddler's piercing wail, or a grown man's cries.
But remember that memories are deep and sweet.
Those pulsating, amber glowing, constancies.
Collective, stacked, a bounty of wordless anomalies.
Sometimes they are hyperactive, some days they are subdued.
Entrenched in our minds like boiled-sweets imbued.
That fruitful seeping into the crevices,
They permeate and remain,
Those saliva soaked synapses in the brain.
undammed and free-flowing.
They burrow in your ears, and they crawl through your eyes.
A toddler's piercing wail, or a grown man's cries.
But remember that memories are deep and sweet.
Those pulsating, amber glowing, constancies.
Collective, stacked, a bounty of wordless anomalies.
Sometimes they are hyperactive, some days they are subdued.
Entrenched in our minds like boiled-sweets imbued.
That fruitful seeping into the crevices,
They permeate and remain,
Those saliva soaked synapses in the brain.
