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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Orange Island of Memories Fading</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Before my eyes lay concealed the Orange Island of memories fading, <br>I feel as though I am but a shadow of the shade, wading throughout<br>The evergreen glades of youthful reminiscence. The Elixir alongside<br>The Stone rests upon my pillow, the history of science, the revelation<br>That the scrutiny of our age is but a child born of ancient curiosity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Through a forest of symbols the child is bound upon his quest, <br>Resting only when he knows that the time is right to fall and accept<br>The calling of slumber beyond the thundering of his senses unfiltered.<br>Reaching out to touch the source divine, is he fated as Icarus? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Step into the moulting cage; know that the Age is upon us.<br>We are to fly as we are to spread our wings un-sighing.<br>Open the container that confronts you promising Mystery. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Bird Wing awaits of a thousand shades each bluer than the deepest sky.<br>Unheard Sirens sing, lulling to a state of numbed anxiety those that<br>Allow their hearts to listen in upon such melodies sweet in seduction.<br>A Marijuana Leaf lay in wait for the transportation you seek, <br>Back to a time, back to a place when everything seemed so undefined<br>In space. The deck of Suits reminds us that the Joker is nearly always<br>Left upon the sidelines being deemed the only card unworthy of the<br>Others presence, yet the Joker retains a grace unknown to the Kings<br>And Queens of Crimson Raven fortunes. A Poppy lay there, amongst<br>The jungle of an Island Orange, embracing the memory and respect<br>I hold for those courageous souls that died because of their fathers<br>Unwillingness to Sacrifice the Lamb of Pride in exchange for their lives.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bike chains belonging to ancient friends, <br>Cards representing the girls I’ve known and forgotten.<br>A Birds Claw, stuffed, varnished to a numb perfection.<br>A Coin cut into the Cork of my first bottle of wine, <br>Promising upon the word of my elders the wealth and<br>Experience of Father Time in is undertakings.<br>Toy Tanks and Figurines echo the days of being laid<br>Out upon the sand, building Castles against the <br>Waves that broke upon the shorelines, believing<br>As only a child can believe that I could turn back the Tides.<br>Old school records, Keys to unknown doors.<br>My Fathers Comb, that same plastic that straitened<br>The hair of a joyful and playful youth.<br>Prefect badges, Capos, Cigarette Holders imbued<br>With the craftsmanship of a Master who deemed it sane to<br>Entwine a Hollow Serpent around his creations form.<br>A piece of Fabric torn from the dress of a girl named<br>Guess, Beaded bracelets, Friendship Bands, <br>Bookmarks, Lighters, Necklaces made up of Amber Jewels.<br>Badges with which I used to adorn myself.<br>Each are left upon my shelf, buried upon an Orange Island.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lists of names echo the circle of jokers that I once<br>Knew as fellow smokers, alas how the time has flown, <br>Alas it seems I have grown. These days, in every way<br>The seasons seem to pass and I remain unknowing, <br>Unaware of the Summers Joy just as I am unaware <br>Of Winters Piercing touch, for upon this Island Orange<br>All that can matter are those things which are now so <br>Long since gone by that there’s nothing left to do but sigh, <br>Yet never am I to wish away the day at hand, it’s just at times<br>It’s wise to journey within the land of our past projections, <br>So we may reflect and begin to understand why it is we<br>Feel the way we do at times. I’ll take your hand if you <br>Take mine, I’ll dance for rain as long as we dance for sunshine<br>And as long as we spend the time in laughing and as long <br>As one day I hear the words and you can say ‘My Love, I’m feeling fine.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a></strong></div>