• Bars and measures of a forgotten tune
    Of the lighter days,
    Whe we cried less, and laughed more.
    Stealing through the air and pierces my heart,
    The tune is so familiar,
    I sang it as a girl.
    Back when I was a princess too.
    Old pictures dredge against the edges of my memory
    And I can't remember what, or where or how.
    But I know it.
    And the pain, the acute pain,
    Of a memory coming to mind.