Distant Grey

I remember the dreamwindfilling my sails then blowing me off courseI remember the blue skythe follies of youth and a wish to dieI remember things held closethrown away and forgottenI foresee that it will come truethis my wind now blows for youcalling callingacross the blueI remember the black heartthe knowledge of age and the falling apartI remember the feelings I lackand the friendships that were a stab in the back