An Opaque Parade

The memories step out a mysterious dance in thickets green and white

Among the tangled grass by day and through the myst at night 

I only get brief glimpses, sometimes it's hard to tell

If I'm looking onto Eden's grove or into a pit like Hell

Feathered mardigras ensembles flash against dark twighlight masks

Fragrances mix with foul odours of some best forgotten past

There's no way to exile them, those ones I find obscene 

The best I can do is confine them deep into the world of dream

As long as I convince myself that in truth they are not real

Then I guess I can evade the way they tend to make me horrid feel