hint of silence

sounding off to old bells
that ring in my head daily
rounding up memories
that haunt me nightly

if i could capture
serene nights perfect
i’d display them
in shadowboxes dimly lit

a rough drink
to go down gently
like the moonbeams
upon my hollow body

but as the sun peaks
over the horizon
the ringing stops
as the memories hault

soon to be forgotten


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