wistful recall

Decades come and decades go
Our lives slowly ebb and flow
Memories fade and dim, recall
Is often slow, or not at all
But sometimes, as if by magic spell
A few remembrances linger, dwell
In the inner recesses of the mind
Intact, untouched unchanged, we find
They bring us joy or sorrow, now
And then,we'll never know- why or how
Ever so gentle, calm- and sublime
They sometimes breach the dam of Time
And when that inner- most recess bursts
It floods our mind with joy or hurts.