"Those Nights I Forgot"

"Those Nights I Forgot"
by Joe Leo


Do you remember those nights I forgot?
The nights I lost to music and your bed.
Nights when the drinks were cold and the air hot.
When the smoke drifted up to cloud our heads.
Sometimes a small room can feel like the world,
And one night can feel like eternity.
Colors danced on the walls, the music swirled -
Even in sin there can be purity.
On wings of demons I would fly to you
And chariots of angels brought me home.
Symbols are lies that worship what is it true,
That fill the pages of this massive tome
Where I keep those memories I forgot:
Nights when the drinks were cold and the air hot.

2/8/2006