Unfinished Rooms

This morning wakes, with a celebration of memory and a playful dance of thought, Pulling you into my mind, the sense of our presence in my mind’s rooms. A time from past lives, for both, the sharing of seconds when worlds collapse, Sharing, judging, evolving, flowing for moments, departing for now. In my mind, the place that has been carved out for you in this world, Holds constant, and has within it, such careful plans of magnificence, and has the scent of you. Have you cleaned anything out of that memory hall, to make room, Are the seconds available in your recall, can you taste the charm you passed me? Had we understood the impermanence of these instants, would we have purchased a second more? Were we aware and chose our own pace, our own rhythm, our own measure? A timeless sense of your humanity caught in this room and adored, For your passion, your delight, your soul’s love of self. Understand that each word, phrase and thought, Has become me. I breathe each one, as if my own air comes from them. I am more because of your existence and your disclosure, A warm smiling calm is found in the remembrance of each instant. This reflection of you I give as a gift. In thankfulness and adoration for all that you have shared, have given, Where you allow me to witness and steal, those flashes of your brilliance. Know this extraordinary sight of you, sits as a spirit in my room, always.