Forgotten

3 am
Funny how it's the midst of the grey hour
Not yet day light
Nighttime

Silence is a mirror image of nothingness
It is here in the grey hours
That everything seems to speak
Like vivid dreams
Then realize that
Many moons have passed by
And forgotten
By the many more sunlights

What more has been forgotten
Yes in deed
The passing snails
The rocks fallen
The love songs sang

What else has been forgotten?