Vestiges of unreachable remembrances
twirling opaquely in spirit glass
The shadow of something unknowable
in a gleam of insufficient light
Half-remembered thoughts of love and sorrow
Laying in a subterranean corridor
Unseeing the sight, unhearing the sound
Unremembering the essence of something once found
I walk and sing, eat, drink, and laugh
Never having done any of these things
Dreaming my life as it streams by
on oxidized film
Never knowing if its children are mine
though I hold on to them for dear life.
Alan David Gould is a composer, writer and poet residing in Sarasota, FL. Gould is putting the finishing touches on a first anthology of collected poems, soon to be published. He is also writing a book of educational essays for musicians, a journal and dream journal, composing orchestra and chamber work for film and performance and tackling the remix of 40 years worth of original singer-songwriter material.