Lying on fragile beds of lace, not wanting to journey
past indignant meanings, standing to sides of pathways, regretting their existence.
Folding away energy into mattresses of old, tucking in
around the edges, uneclipsable moments in space.
Moths of ages lured to flames of lightened knowledge,
quickly burned away, leaving only ashes to say they
were here once upon a time.
Eons pass, all things end in places of their own, on
final beds of satin.
Nothing to mar the good time I’m having, playing with my imagination.
Stepping up a mountain, living and breathing in the purified atmosphere.Clarifying all reasons of earth, living on ledges, looking down and out into the skies.Clouds floating by, giving clues in their pictures as they pass us, going to unknown destinations.
Welcoming the gaity and happiness on all children’s faces as they begin to develop self-esteem and an awareness of who they are as people.
Looking around now through that image, I can see what I saw back then.Shade of the trees, lots of people, feeling the safety of being there with my parents and sisters.An engulfing memory, living still within me, when taken out and looked at I remember good things and happier times of childhood.
