Gently

The perfumed shroud

Of a teenage memory

Drifts into mind

To consume my tomorrows 

–

Those years only beam

Even warmer and brighter 

The further I trail 

Into the snarling present

–

Yet I know to let them pass

To wait out their illusion 

As the choruses of sirens 

Ring out their sweet lies 

–

May they fade from my soul 

Without a tremor of remorse 

And set again in the currents 

Pushing forward through time