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.
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