Anonymity Poems

A Stranger's Nostalgia

I used to dream about what we would become

I never knew for sure, but I would always hope the best

Yet a stranger to my life I'd find unwelcome

And some days I find myself looking to the west

The lands fold like a thousand tiny curtains

And my eyes have grown sore from thinking of the lost

The stranger's heart seems to follow their grins

The memories there seem to be the people's Faust

Distraught, cast aside as a forgotten children's toy

I lost what you once told me was mine

Just another vain word for all to employ

As this sun sets on these things malign

Still, another time the stranger would weep

We'd see the form slowly sink under the currents asleep

Drifting to sleep, thinking of a child's dream

Certainty unknown, but the hope remained alive

Like a nagging thought of a stranger's scream

Not something that one should contrive

The darkness folds like a thousand tiny curtains

Eyes growing sore from thinking of the ones lost

The stranger's heart seems to follow their grins

The memories in there seem to be the people's Faust

Distraught, forgotten, the soldier under the bed

We once told each other it was ours

But, left is a ghost to haunt the undead

Not penetrated by a thousand minstrels' guitars

Still, another time the stranger would weep

And we'd see the form slowly sink under the currents, asleep