Memories

a shadow play passes through my mind. . .

yesterday, the trees blowing in the wind, and
a rain storm over sidewalks shiny and gray, where
an old black cat, matted fur and dragging tail,
comes hopefully to greet me,
as I skirt a large murky puddle. . .
like a lake it floods and spreads . . .
detritus filming its edges,
old leaves and bits of memories
clinging to the surface. . .
a bottomless song as the raindrops
pound on the water
and, too, on my bowed head,
as I think of Autumns long ago . .
the colors of the leaves are submerged
by the songs of yesterday
and sullen dreams .. ..  soon 
forgotten. . .
dreams that return again,
beginning as flares of brilliant colors. . .

yesterday, the colors of Autumn cling to the unforgiving trees
while the wind blows, the leaves dance and sing
as they clap against each other. . .
a song as old as the world,
as timeless as the universe. . .
a sameness, and yet,
a lullaby of life. . .
a melody of the stars
as they flare and die
in the black coldness of eternal space. . .
they cling to the night sky
moody and relentless in their glittering splendor. . .
each star an entity,
unique,
each one a rebirth from the heart of the universe. . .

yesterday, a song came to haunt me
and repeating itself today. . .
as I wander through the cycles of my life
I hear a song that comforts me,
and reminds me that I am unique
like a fragment of a crystal. . .
the same as all the rest,
yet a unique thumbprint on the page of life. . .
smudged just a little
yet clear as the crystal song
reverberating through space and time,
a song of love, and yearning to be free,
and to be reborn again . . . and again . . .


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