by Murray Lachlan Young
Beyond the practicalities what is the use of Memory?
You dressed in blue
No, it was Green
Ah when the music meets the ear
And forms the join from far to near
From deep within the simmered pot
Of all forgot and unforgot
Brings forth the thoughts of that which was
On further to our own because
Though fairytales of dragon fire
The mermaid song and chieftains pyre
The brave old world before the oil
Of man and beast and honest toil
Of gold an jewels across the sea
Of slaving ships and gallows tree
You dressed in green
No, it was black
Those memories all and twist swirl
Like smoke they shift and ferns uncurl
Into the present wheel they spin
The curve gets steep the air gets thin
The stakes increase in thickened time
As chaos skews the ancient rhyme
Yet memories from wisdoms store
Cannot out beat the drums of war
Cannot out think the DNA
Cannot out match the soldiers pay?
Cannot shake off the ancient rhyme
Cannot out run the sands of time
You dressed in Black
No, it was white
Beyond its practicalities what is the use of memory?
To know that all and each is true?
That whom we touch and what we do?
Is but to know played our part
Within the journey of heart
Beyond the practicalities what is the use of memory?
Conspiring with the when and how
To leave us in the hear and now
You dressed in white
No it was red
Oh yes, I remember it well