Memory Makers Mirror

My moment in eternity ... A drew drops from a leaf In a ocean of green serenity Etched in the beginning of belief And you and I When we took our registers in cashless hands And turned light on To eyes tap dancing our brains And heard sounds Singing before our cry of pain And smelled day Breaking without fragrance of the night And tasted blood Of self and mother in the ocean flood Of begginnings that touched our skin Before our hearts poured cries Of jubilation against the miracle of our ears We are nothing more Than a finite store of universal memories. With the senses which we ... hawked them Swallowing on the aimless sight We made them for our siren flight Wrote them on stones, papyrus scrolls And books in mask of syllables Like Adam's figment of leaves Or squirrels digging leaves To hide their nuts So with our memories we lose The reality ... we die desperately to meet Words too are symbols in the mask of meaning As we remember the understanding Of where we are coming from More than where we are going to forget it all So sensing, spading, stone chipping at imagination Dreamers and archeologists We come telling new histories For forgotten beginnings ... we only know to find In God. We poor memory makers On the vain voyage of codebreakers What shall we do with the dust of the sun?