i have no memory of pain…

only space for what remains

taste of air after rain

open eyes with sleeping brain

time enough to do again

emotions rinsed and rung and bent

returning back just to hear

a child grin from ear to ear

a song that only I can hear

few return from whence i came

empty handed, free from shame

king and queen and knight and pawn

only dream what bishops dawn

a rook that crows where others fawn

write a check mate, make it clear

invest in something true and dear

do not tell me to brace or strain

I have no memory of