Monday, May 04, 2015
Throughout life we continue to experience and store memories, as if we are filing them away for future uses. When we least expect something, one of our senses will trigger a memory.
It is easier to glance backward than to see forward at times. For we know very little, if anything of what the future holds.
It is the case of Deja vu when a song puts you in the middle of seventies or a smell places you in your grandmothers kitchen or you see a flower and you remember the smile on her face when she was roaming the garden with her eyes to give the flower a new home. Sometimes memories are not of childhood but much more recent memories. I find myself intrigued at what our minds can retain and for that matter what they expel at any given moment. Sometimes we do just the opposite and block out memories to protect ourselves. This is the magic of memories.
The lilac began blooming
so I thought I'd share with you,
the fragrance sweet and haunting
away of securing a dream or two.
I gently placed them in a vase
and took a deep breath or two,
in away of magically documenting
my forever love for you.