Charles J. Ingerson


Dragging my mind again
finding memories hidden
how does this ever begin
so very sadly now bidden?

Soaring so high to love
sinking so low to drown
smoke and fog far above
below muffled only sound.

Flames of death and woe
where no one lives more
tarnished rusted just so
screams engraving sore.

Dreams lost into deserts
sand filling lungs and air
spirits and angels deserts
empty eyes can only stare.

Flames and dreams to die
drifting into past’s embrace
how many will tell this lie
in embers smoldering trace?