Memories

"Memory can be our greatest friend or greatest foe." ~ quote by poet Laud precious memories when cold nights prevail those that fan loves' flames as Winter winds wail for upon those images a lonely heart will set sail if only in an interlude where grief may not assail Mourns the heart when memories are bittersweet Each one a plunging dagger blade of wintry sleet A mighty foe one cannot banish or cast in defeat for with each revived attack, pain is wont to repeat No human can escape the sorrow and abysmal fall of teardrops when unbidden memories befall us all There's no antidote to stave off that sudden squall of sad recollections melancholy minds often recall But there are melodious moments of dulcet thoughts in which flows trickling memoires where joy imparts the rushing through veins until canvassed in hearts as treasured paintings; unforgettable works de' arts When a smile, sans apparent reason, plays across lips and eyes shine as though emerging from an eclipse there will have been a memory, perhaps in short clips a prize to relish as the fine wine a connoisseur sips