The Persistence of Memory Alex Byrne

The Persistence of Memory

Alex Byrne

Faces pressed into sand Gentle movement of the hand The ticking of a clock Eyelashes fall and stall Languidly watching Gently mocking Feelings lost

Relived and horrified The waves of it Move in and out With lifeless trees For which all of them Seem to hang

Pretty faces sink Eyes full of space Stutter stop Back to sand And into glass Tick tock tick tock