Sometimes memories come to me
Memories that I can’t hold on to
That I can’t quite figure out if I ever made them
They come to me unexpectedly
From an autumn breeze
Or glimpses of nature,
From certain smells or eye colors
Or fragments of melodies
Sometimes in moments of silence
Or in crowded valleys
All from another world or another life.
They are not events that I can grasp, but feelings
They are not events that I can grasp, but feelings
Feelings of peace and serenity
Passion and enthusiasm
Like I’m not limited in the life that I am leading
Or the body that I’m carrying…
I grab them hard when they arrive
And hope that in the peace of their presence
I will rest my head and close my eyes
Like this far away world exists somewhere in time
Maybe I’ll get to, maybe I already did
But I know I’ll always be blessed with knowing that I own them.
