An Undressed Memory

The sun's chased by the hours,

to a cheap motel at night.

The stars come out in sequins

and the moon in black & white.

Will I make it there on time?

Do I know the way?

Can I make it there on time?

before the night, gives in to day.

As I undressed a memory,

I'd covered up from sight.

It took me from my bed at night,

to where the sleepless all reside.

My waking eyes half dreaming,

saw familiar scenes at play.

As I retraced a course from which,

I had drawn so far astray.

Will it take me there on time?

Does it know the way?

Will it take me there on time?

before the night gives in to day.

The sun appears with mourning eyes,

that widen as mine close.

and I've returned with peace of mind,

by a memory exposed.