New Memories Converse

Deeply hidden within thoughts

  that linger

 

A centuries old message to know

  and then feel

 

Remembrance crying out from the

  darkness now passing

 

In a voice so familiar—our fortune

  to steal

 

It calls to us silent, as it waits

  for an answer

 

It calls to us closer, as all

  distance revokes

 

It calls from within us in a voice

  our breath fosters

 

It calls from beyond all past anguish

  and hope

 

The air now grows heavy with

  a mist that induces

 

Words mate in the fog as the

  letters reverse

 

The ending comes first, as the beginning

  still chases

 

All sleep taken hostage

 —as new memories converse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

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