Threshold of Memory
Stumble across the threshold of memory.
Into places unknown or unseen.
Revealed only in deepest of sleep.
Clutching a candle flame, revelation!
A silken wax flows as flames dance…
During a restless night…
Burning into darkest corners
of deepest self
Covered in gossamer webs of thoughts
Lay little block boxes unopened, unkept.
Pose questions to a vacated crowded
Rooms of Voids EMPIRE.
Rooms within rooms of thoughts and desire.
Lay hidden objects of history.
Things of mystery.
Artifacts in motion like memories turning!
Posing in pictures with people we know, love or hate.
Odd objects of infamy,
Deeds best left undiscovered
Nothing moves, not in the light from falling flames.
Falling far far apart hitting upon nothing!
EYES gleam secretly VISIONS OF AGES.
Passing the lost dry rages,
Stumble the thoughts of ambient amber pages…
Wonder at the crumbling moments.
Of memory of feelings and used visions.
Clothed in falling light from a flame, bright!
A blur of this unseen movement
describe in a fiery flash.
Focuses the inner eye like a lens in reflex,
Touch the images
Dust takes flight like antique ghosts.
In the attic of the mind
Stumbling across the threshold
of imagery, the present, the future past.
As images freeze frames
Lit by my inner flame.
Alone candle burning bright
Stumbles the presence of memory
The cold of winter embraces
As a candle flame is held high
To light you inner mind
To find your future to discover the past
To understand the now.
And we stack little black boxes nine by nine
In the back of our mind
Picking up the pieces of scattered imagery
All dawn sharp in the fading flame
Of a candle buring out fast.
Copyright © Jehiel Taylor | Year Posted 2021
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