So Many Remembers

There are days

upon waking

when as the sunlight slats

my life, my world,

when told we must begin,

I lay in bed in sweet recall,

oh it is another

remember when

her touch,

my fingertips

run along the scalp of her forehead,

only the real,

a movement, opportunity

to be with one another

having little desire

to move beyond just this

while finding eyes.

 

Oh I do have recalls,

the tears immediate

the results are always now

meant to be the same,

to find love

beyond the shadows

the real,

is a nostalgic remedy

to the loss

of some imaginative reality.

 

I remember when …

I remember when …

 

I wonder if when together our memory

is stronger when we wander

together in the quiet

hands touching

our minds thinking only this moment

when the forest is forever

our footsteps on the matted trail

the beauty of such

is what we once knew

love

is now a memory.

 

Perhaps it might be impossible to imagine

love can ever be lost

when we might find ourselves

caught up in a flurry

of

remember when

delight in passion meant a way

to erase a day

if only I might have

her

in my arms …

 

Remember …


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~