What to Do with Memories
A story of remembering

The faces, the words, my feet — each step I recall A smell, a taste, a song, an embrace Tenderness, passion, remembrance of a lesson?
Do I forfeit the now, an illusion of truth? Do I peek through the window & claim to have all proof?
Am I the singer of songs — the words of which I don´t know? The writer of poems — of which the outcome is never so?
Maybe…
But who´s to feel the passion with which each memory I caress The energy with which each character I bless
I carefully select the time & the place Where these moments should reside Because of all I do, the passion I feel
Time goes by — that’s why I Reel them in Shiny as pearls, I polish them new I treat them with care — They sometimes disappear
Like the morning dew In the sunshine I am the child playing in the field The teenager — I would never yield
Risk-taker, adventure seeker Men who made me feel weaker And stronger…I recall them all
I could not dare hold his hand in the mall An Alice band preventing me from a fatal fall
The dance, the trance, the glance The fence, the bench, the quench The pain, the rain, the blame
So short-lived are some, how can’t I go back Trace once more my finger around eyebrows so black
Dive the Caribbean, sail the Atlantic Steer a Ford Bronco across country Drink Tequila & go substance full monty
If there’s no good nor bad, no right nor wrong Why do I even care to justify this song?
As it’s finely tuned, with an energy of love My sweet voice A melody amongst angels above.






