Memory

Random thoughts run through my mind as I gaze
at the blazing colors of an autumn
sunset.  Red and yellow streaks are etched in
to the back of my mind; there sit the mis-
ty mem'ries of the sun rises over
the ocean, days of my childhood---happier,
simpler times.  Waves of emotion rise
and fall as I watch the dying light sink
deeper and deeper into the heart of
the grayish mountain.  There lie the dreamers.