memories

memories arrive in scattered fragments

bleeding through

while sometimes splintering

present time

past within the present

present within the past

and then the wild sea churning

up the depths

scattering sea foam on the breeze

blinding us

bright sun then arises

upon a new horizon

washed clean within the storm

your soul sees

fairies dance in moon beams

as starlight bathes you inwardly

in a celestial glow

of inner warmth

some times memory

hurts

or sometimes memory

heals

bringing comfort to us

reminding us that at one time

despite all of it’s painful experiences

life was

our friend