Memories

Memories, you fill the reaches of the soul with your everlasting touch
To make us live again those pieces of each mundane moment.
With a desperate call for renewal, you beckon us to feel once more,
Those snatches of joy, of sadness, of sweet ecstasy and bitter regret.
Your touch, is to know all as one bright flash of pure existence,
One instant as short as a blink, stretching away beyond the horizon,
Beyond our comprehension.

Heaven please, release us from these mortal bonds, free from every single tie
In hope of floating there, where memory runs free without direction.
For in every shard there is hope to recover the life we lost
A sliver from old, untarnished, full of lost energy, memoirs of the past.
In quests, the search goes on in vain pursuit for this deliverance,
Providing the answers we need, convincing ourselves we lived just before,
Lived in foreign sagas.

Oh, I sing you aloud, denizen of dreams, duke of lost realms, and ruler of the past!
You who pierces the heart with every overpowering buried thing of the soul,
Those forgotten caresses of soft ages before, and these hidden scars from knifings in the dark;
Each wrinkle of nostalgia with its deep lines running back in time,
And the ugly warts amassed from the clumps of sorrow formed years earlier.
Yes, the memories that drift so serenely amongst the pulsing flow of our very essence,
You are our blessing, our curse, and our hope.