Untouchable Memories


memories don’t just die


they linger and rise; here


touch me; they say

to give a ride and take you away

however hard you try; to stay


drops of blood; spread

like butter on bread

toasted to taste; bled


words yet unsaid

hung themselves unheard

unspoken; let alone read


among the grains; soil eroding

the flood fled; fleeting

while memories kept the grass; floating


to wherever it flies; it glides

untouchable; up in the skies

roasted to darkness;  in star lights



Gabriel Guangul

21 September 2014