In my attic where shadows live

There is a trunk left behind by

my thoughtful ancestors - one

that time forgives . . .

"Who spends this night in

an attic dark?" "A place

where memories are stored

like sleeping hearts . . . "

It's here that they waited

Till I came up and wished them

and their memories awake on this

special night of nights . . .

"We were patiently awaiting for

someone that still believes"

"Here among the ghosts of days

that have since passed . . . "

And there near an old spy glass

Was a trunk from their past

That somehow I had missed before

But now decided to explore . . .

It was filled with old photographs

Many of which were daguerreotypes

which seemed to come alive - there

were even old love letters . . .

These letters that caught my eye

Now in my hands seemed alive

And as each letter was unsealed

A small piece of their past was revealed . . .

For this magic weaved a life long spell

And most of all was remembered well

As I continued to explore their past

Once again that spell was cast . . .

As this special evening's hours left

I reflected on how kind fate had been

And how their memories were cleverly

hidden inside an old trunk . . .

Upon this special night of nights

My ancestor's plan as you can tell

Had worked out for us all rather well

Their memories were a guiding light . . .

'2008' RLS