Come, I will sing you a song of redemption,
your ebony black hair will sway with the tune
and the sad memories will fall off
like dandruff
and settle on your slender shoulders, but for a while,
we will indulge in merriment anyway.

I shall depart when gray matter
once again reassembles,
new pieces to fit the old jigsaw puzzle
so you will never recognize,
and it hits you like a cold splash of water in your face when you do
that life is everlasting,
resurfaces in a myriad of possibilities,
is a thin veil that shifts
ever so slightly from one frame into the next
only to begin anew when the camera stops rolling.