A Memory

I’ll tiptoe through my memories and maybe I will find

a moment or a minute, a picture or a time,

when night’s chilled wind was kind.

Whose thundering howl plucked me from my comfort

to carry me through it’s sky.

Maybe as I wander I’ll float above the clouds,

or maybe as I wander I’ll stumble to the ground.

And I’ll reach the gates beneath the pavement with open arms

as I leap into their welcome,

my eyes reflecting in the flames.

And if you see me asking for water

drink it yourself.

Reviews

[misha]

This was a really great write!!

[Bright Ocean Star]

This poem has depth and darkness with flashing moments of incredible beauty to end in bitter darkness. I like the frank honesty in this writing, and the imagery. Nice writing.