A worn-out memory

A restless sigh,

Lingering in the air and in my thoughts,

Floating among the fragments,

Of a worn out memory.

I create you, step by step, in my mind;

A hand holding mine,

Captive, like my heart is,

Limp and warm, they lie in a timeless embrace;

Like us.

Huddled against the cold outside,

Caught up in a brown velvet trap of cloth,

Gazing aimlessly ahead,

Scattering the precious moments in thin air.

We breathe.

We dream.

We love.

And in one silent point of time,

Hidden somewhere in its intricate tapestry,

Frozen and faded,

I remember a lifetime spent with you.

 

It is, but, a worn out memory,

Losing itself in the surging tides of time.

But I discover us,

In the tiny droplets that remain,

And I dwell upon these collected bits of thought;

Recreating the face I know so well.

 

Soften your edges, Time,

Cease being so ruthless in your walk,

Spare a few gems of the past.

If all must end that has been well,

Then let this memory last a bit longer;

Let me travel back to that perfect moment one more time,

And relive this dying memory.

Before you wipe my consciousness clean,

Let me remember it all again...

Author's Note

Experimental. :)

Reviews

[maiarusm]

'Let me travel back to that perfect moment one more time,
And relive his dying memory.
Before you wipe my consciousness clean,
Let me remember it all again...'

This part of the poem just touched me. It's a very great piece, so very powerful and emotional to read. I reread it a couple of times and I loved it more and more every single time. Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

"It is, but, a worn out memory,
Losing itself in the surging tides of time."
Time can make memories and action more sweeter. I like the journey in your words and the strong description. I like how you ended this poem. Good to try to remember the better days. A outstanding poem.
Coyote