O, what joy it is in being older and being able to conjure up a memory dance to a thousand and one tunes!
The beauty of our fragile brain is that painful memories--though bruising and tortuous--fade with time while events of the heart linger and grow and warm the soul. I walk around like a juke box with a taped-up money slot--just click on a meaningful event and revel in the delight 'til I'm pure pleasured out.
My dear Pier, Memory Dance is what you say: "Forever in my heart."
Certainly a fine memory is better than a fine wine.
And love shared with another will never lose its savor. Your thinking Dear Pier, has created a heartfelt construct. Would that more would have your insight.
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You write from a deep inner beauty, which you transform so well into gorgeous poetry!
Hugs,
Lance
The beauty of our fragile brain is that painful memories--though bruising and tortuous--fade with time while events of the heart linger and grow and warm the soul. I walk around like a juke box with a taped-up money slot--just click on a meaningful event and revel in the delight 'til I'm pure pleasured out.
My dear Pier, Memory Dance is what you say: "Forever in my heart."
Really good stuff here, Pier.
Richard
Regis
Love Tinka
Love,
CJ
And love shared with another will never lose its savor. Your thinking Dear Pier, has created a heartfelt construct. Would that more would have your insight.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Outstanding sage words composed the "Memory Dance", and delivered a wise poetic grand to light the souls.
I salute You, Sublime Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU