Memories

People are followed by their shadows That rise and fall in their heads. From the womb of the mind emerges (Like feathers of an owl stirred by a breeze) Faded gray images. Squares of moving pictures Rise from the depths of unconsciousness And make little ripples of light in the mind. Below the lights still beats the memories of youth Not quit black and dead; A yearning deep as love, from a simpler reality. Full of long summer dreams, unbroken moments And thoughts that are long long and singular. Another life where there was no worry to be in the world; Somewhere In the depths of dark and night There,s still a sunlit boy throwing pebbles in a pond.