'always' promise frozen tender
moments whispering 'remember me'
as they fade away leaving
gentle songs and mockingbirds
that ring corridors of moonlit
shadows that once shone
as the sun but soon are merely
tiny breaths that move curtains
among our inner thoughts
swirl around with scents of summer
far off places where we used to dance
scattered winds we try to hold
but find ourself embracing
half forgotten sweetly embellished
frozen tender moments
whispering 'remember me'

The garden snail smiled in that way particular to snails, "When you can equally anger what appears to be opposing sides of a popular controversy, it is possible that you are approaching truth."