Threshold of Memory I

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. Ornate misery. 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.