Selections of memory

Slipping through the grains of moments
the seconds stripped of times demand,
we move through thoughts that carry knowledge
in the channel of movement
we watch and remember.

Selections of memory rise on water
and bob on waves of dreams of now,
floating deaf we hear the heartbeat
as peace gathers us close
we drown on bliss.

Chained by the hours we pull with might
to escape in the time where stars do play,
and standing below we watch and wonder
where the road or next chapter lay
as we gather words and form the stories,
tales we tell to see us through.

Unfolding forms of a minds creation
page by page we lose ourselves
in blanket forts with flashlights watch
the black and white force
of a memory unleashed.

Poetic thoughts running amok, good morning my friends and have a peaceful and blessed day. K