That which we use to hold images past
That last impression, a glance gone fast.

A grace befallen, a smile or a feeling,
Can be held in forever, for some future healing.

A child when young, until he then grows
A bud in the spring, before comes the rose.

A love not shared, but felt from afar.
Only one of the pair, the heart with a scar.

As a feeling may fade, we may get relief.
But then memories come and we relive the grief.

So strong they can cure,or sometimes cheat death.
So subtle, we smile, and sigh a short breath.

They can hold our attention for moments untold,
They can clutch tight our heart, ne'er releasing their hold.

They can come in the day, or late in the night.
The emotions behind them can sometimes delight.

But sometimes in the dark, in the blackness of dream,
They can tear at our soul, they can cause us to scream.

For myself this is true, the terror is real.
My memories of you, in my dreams what I feel.

The past it returns, and with it comes dread,
Those things that we shared, those things that we said.

It still seems so real, the fear at night's mid.
The heart still beats hard, the flames are still lit.

The change never comes, from Dragon to man.
The long taloned claw never yielding to hand.

The red wavy fur, the tangled white mane,
All seen in your eyes with hate and disdain.

Through distance and time, old emotions are felt,
Although far away, they never do melt.

Your voice it then echoes, let loose of the past,
The demons are killing, life's going fast.

The truth your words speak, inside them I know,
To move forward in life, I must let them go.....