Voice and Memory

Across the gravel of memories

Lingering or loitering like

Synaptic notes paint a picture of

Illuminated time

Tear-blur a misty image

In the soft sensation

Song to the sadness and joy

The vibration of your throat

Echoes out in waves

The warm dream of

Once held experiences

The art of our lives

Made in free movement

In tune with a beating

Heart of warm blood

Enlivening the organ system

Stepping out as a child

Into the mystery of sensation

Induced to life

I hear your voices

Singing across time

Like a bird in a wet tree

Coated with water and sunlight

Each memory unique

Like Picasso imagery

Torture and pleasure

We are detectable

But not revealed

One day the song will be sung