Memories

            

 

Pictures skimmed from the top

      Of faded reality.

      Molds of faces,

Places

Pressing their imprints 

On ageless souls.

Smells,

Sighs,

Hellos,

Goodbyes,

Bend the mind to creeks of solitude or 

Crashing waves of pain.

Conjured up by 

song or story.

Walked about in daydream-

convoluted in night mare

Moving pictures,

Frozen time,

All inside the complex mind.

Hidden pieces of who we are, flicker away like burning stars-

Hanging there through 

space and time

grabbed by earth bound dreamers;

On starry nights 

Around flaming embers-

Glowing just enough to cast shadows on

Ourselves and

Warmth for our futures.

-Melissa Pyle