In My Past

Several times I come to think
Of what is in my past
The strange memories I keep
Is like a frozen crust

The tune of the rolling breeze
And the grass beneath my feet
Are yearning for integrity
And looking for my breath

The line across my fingertips
Divide the hills and skies
It reveals all the horizons
That hide a thousand cries

Gently I remember
Tragic scenes from the past
All are catastrophes indeed
I hope it will not last