Memory's light touches on the edges
of truth

to make it deeper,

to gild and embellish what to others
might seem dull,

but to me

was the sea

and the earth
and the sky
and the leaves
and the dirt
and the shine
from the sun
thus from these
all and everything in between
was life at it's foremost or not-

purity

Life, you gild, write and knit
and light, sift right and lift

up to fly on spirit's destiny..

yet Memory's

bleed still could not
touch

me...

Copyright 2007 Rose Loya