CAVERNS Sept. 5/85 Karl Rigelhof

Memories linger
(Like) delicate fingers
Striking a dissonant chord
Down(/)along the path towards
A rendezvous with the past

Echoes reverberate
(The) time (it) hesitates
Ending on a sour note
Words return that I/we wrote/spoke
But no one (ever) (did) laugh(ed) last

The pain confounds/astounds me
Again it surrounds me
The pounding disturbs the rhythm
Of my life and my vision
The fruit of the seeds I have cast

Sitting in taverns
Drowning my sorrow(s)
Deep (with)in the caverns
Of my mind