Record
A record
A very old record,
of something important
In that smooth time capsule
A recorded moment
Blow the dust off and let your needle find a delicate groove
What’s coming through sounds old
But right.
Sounds like yesterday
Feels like home
Like ancient memories,
A little faded
You remember them like you need to
The prominent bits are clear
But the details are low
Unregistered
Unrequired
You’re free to fill in those blanks
And you will
Memory finds fantasy
The music is sweet
And somehow mysterious
The grooves,
That endless spiral of old joy
You want to unravel them like a string
And dance, and twirl around the room
Let them wrap all around your body
Dip your soul in the sound
That sweet homemade tea
Reels of memories
You didnt know you had
Steeped in time
Spinning round
Taking over your eyes
You forgot you know all the words
Nostalgic harmony
Sepia sun rays surround you
A vintage dream of happiness
Plays all around you
The music
of a life
Of belonging
Of something real
Copyright © Robert Franklin | Year Posted 2022
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