A Day Spent In Fading Memories

Frightened of memories fading, Early morning, sunlight caressing the face introspection at the reflection in the Brahmaputra river Afternoon, sweet aroma of the red sand and green on the countryside struggles flaying arms to swim across the blue waters by Narasimaswami temple while religious, in prayer my hindu hands together in obedience red tilak, bells, sanskrit chants, and blessings. My palm rubbing my little brother's curled black hair. His curse and my fret, a desire to know his last words Search for his voice in dreams, Since --- Evening, at the Christmas markets walking towards a German castle with some Ghuwine in my belly. Later, my first snowfall snow angels shining on me skies dark, trees naked, and land covered in white, My haven in New Haven. 7 pm, climbs by the Kangaroo point blinded by the flood lights reflecting on the slippery quary rock. Night, Her christian mind, velvety short hair and her soft cheek against my thumb by the river bank Losing her words, familiarity, losing, and a chance with mon amour. Late night, blue fountain (Fountainebleu) camp fires on my birthday sharing the trunk of a car for a good night sleep 3 am morning, glaring at the moonlight on cobblestones walks in France, in contemplation of memories old A day spent, as the next day comes I crave to keep something found, and I crave for the return of something lost