I sit at the edge of my memories
and I wonder if I own them
are they truly mine?
or do they sit at the edge of a window sill
waiting for a passerby to take them
do their moments belong to eternity
to the sun
to the wheels of time
or do they only take place in my heart
do they swim in an ocean
enticing land to embrace them
waiting to be rescued
or do they relish their freedom
to roam the streets at night
to fly and touch the moon
to soar across lands
reaching the textures of my childhood
I sit at the edge of my memories
and I wonder if I own them
or if they belong to the wind
if they pass from moment to moment
touching other souls as if a soft breeze
as proof of my existence
of my mistakes
of my triumphs
keeping a light, loose string touching
all that I’ve seen, been, tasted, hated and loved.
April 18, 2006
7:74 am
