What to Do with Memories
A story of remembering
The faces, the words, my feet — each step I recall
A smell, a taste, a song, an embrace
Tenderness, passion, remembrance of a lesson?
Do I forfeit the now, an illusion of truth?
Do I peek through the window & claim to have all proof?
Am I the singer of songs — the words of which I don´t know?
The writer of poems — of which the outcome is never so?
Maybe…
But who´s to feel the passion with which each memory I caress
The energy with which each character I bless
I carefully select the time & the place
Where these moments should reside
Because of all I do, the passion I feel
Time goes by — that’s why I
Reel them in
Shiny as pearls, I polish them new
I treat them with care —
They sometimes disappear
Like the morning dew
In the sunshine
I am the child playing in the field
The teenager — I would never yield
