Gentle curves on horizon,
You mimic the hills in the distance,
We are strangers in a strange land,
I say hello and you reply in turn,

Walking out of the graveyard,
Where secrets are buried,
And closeted skeletons lie in wait,
You form a pathway pointed out,

We walk past rows of wanted posters,
The familiar faces yearning for recognition,
But see, we continue,
We’ve forgotten who we are,

A crystal dew leaves you soaked to my touch,
Lying in grass on a cold morning,
As only the nameless can do,
We keep warm in our embrace.

Deposited in a hidden cove,
We let the sun rise,
It feels good to not shy away,
For right now I have no memory.

Hand in hand,
Eye to eye,

We form a pathway pointed up,
We’ve forgotten who we are,

Hallowed ground,
This forgotten memory,
Stores close in my heart,
And the only interruption to myself.

Is the thought of remembering who we are.

© Jamais Vu 2008

Please look around and let me know what you think.

Thank you!

~ Jamais