Sunday, August 15, 2010

Memories















At the wake of the sunset  in the cool western sky
where there are ribbons of copper and rose
under the canopy of twilight's last twinkling
is the reliquary where rememberance goes

At the edge of the horizon where ocean meets sky
where they embrace as lovers oft do
like music box porpoises breaking the surface
they visit often like friends that are true

At the tip of polaris on Ursa Minor
under milky way skies at midnight
in treasure chests hidden on boggy marsh trails
is where we let reminiscence take flight

At the top of our hearts in the depth of the night
like the fancies that dance in our reveries
near the depths of our souls is the place where we hold
the priceless treasures that we make called memories





1 comment:

Chez said...

Just beautiful Breeze.