There is a Dawn, There is a Dusk

I solemnly in silence hear,

Though walking steps measure afar.

A deep joy that you are near,

Closet full of memories, left ajar.

My friend I feel warm.

Such is my pleasure,

In cold as magical beasts and breasts extend an arm.

Gollum me, I just keep clutching my treasure.

Nostalgic heartbeats carnival, my friend.

Selfishly, my memoirs are all to borrow, nothing to lend.

Floating soles and burning lumps,

Cherished plains and undulating bumps.

There are blank noises for rhythm, and strains,

I remember, I forget, I revel, for the joys, for the pains;

So sweetly musical are they,

There is a dawn, there is a dusk, and a way away…