Memories ...
Drift back,
Brought by places,
Pictures,
The Silver of the Moon and
The Sun on my face
As I lift my eyes
Toward the Sky
And let Nature bless me
With her healing warmth.
Memories ...
Bringing me to places
I never knew
But thought I had left behind;
Places evoked by a certain sound,
A gesture,
A smile;
Feelings of such implicit, wordless
happiness
That I can only hug myself with
joy ...
And Remember.
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