Have you ever wanted to go home, not to the house, but to the time...?
When memory begins to fade, ... it is time to pull out the photos, the earrings, the ring, that book, ... the trinkets that can take you home again...

Coverings of tapestry
that mimic all that is mine
Out of the silent memories woven deeply
into the fabric of our times.

Plush blankets of new memories...
colored deep in yellows,
browns, and greens,...
highlight dew kissed lushness...
and provide a canopy.

The memories are escaping me!
...just like the tropic's breeze,...
Memories waken, ...oh please awaken...
...and cause me to glee

A thousand, thousand days gone by,
and yet still here I toil,
unearthing displaced memories,
from the minds fertile soil

let me see the happy couple
let me call to mind the birthday cake
let me feel life's big wet bubble
let me put to rest the cousin's wake

unearthing displaced memories?
from the mind's fertile soil?
It's taken many days from me...
and yet still here I toil!