When Days Turn Into Memories
When days turn into memories
and time becomes a journey
of peaceful purpose from my traveled trails
where jagged rocks are formed in the mind from emotional upheaval
and are now covered in pictographs of faces drawn
left as monuments to the memory of life's meaning
I pause when I hear the distant echo of decisions made
that fade away as quietly as they came
leaving me to ponder
on these ripples created that rapidly flow
through the valley of my heart
filled with choices and days which will never be again
I've come to pluck memories from the tree of yesterday
that stands naked in life's meadow
where I was found alone and trembling
covered by the fallen leaves from its tender branches
that stretch across the loneliness of my soul
I sit beneath its dim-lit shade to rest
then awaken in the dawn's soft realm of tomorrow
where I find I'm tired, old, and wrinkled
yet, with each blink of my eye
I see the distance traveled
leaving my soul, a vagabond
drenched in the memories I have shared
as I climb closer to the mountaintop
where death waits
to strip away all that ever was
important or unimportant to me
it's where time will steal my flesh
living me invisible
to the tree of yesterday's that dissolves away
with the cold timeless winds that do not care
as they blow across the standing etched marble
where travelers walk on sacred ground
with heads bowed
wondering about those whose names are carved
while they leave cut flowers
as a way to give purpose to memories
to the days they are yet to travel
5/15/22
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2022
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