under the influence

words
lines
come and go

"talking of?"

no, not that
nor him
rather a
procession
of lost departed
forgotten souls
a dust-bound hymnal
with shades
half formed
that in their time
slip, slide
to darkness and
are forgotten
yet continue
(at time) to echo
resonating in
a field
a sliding wave
a face
a laugh
a song

but try as I may
they can never be recalled

journey of the ..........