Memories burn within the breast
Like somber coals of ancient fire
Consuming all at peak of crest.

The past must pass us by--it's best
To let remains out of the mire.
Memories burn within the breast.

Echoes of fondly tempered jest
Kindle the mind all that much higher,
Consuming all at peak of crest.

Let go of ashen anger lest
You situation turn more dire.
Memories burn within the breast.

Licking out from time in test,
The flames return to score your ire.
Consuming all at peak of crest.

There ne'er for you will be much rest
Until your heart can quench the fire.
Memories burn within the breast,
Consuming all at peak of crest.
                            4-15-1998