Visitation

~ Visitation ~
.
Sitting quietly by the
Window of myself,
I sip gently from
The sweet wine of time.
There I sense the
Restless sojourn of
Passing years,
And for a moment
I rest inside myself...
Dance inside my tears.
.
Retrieval of memory
Is often quick and fleeting,
Flashing and bright...
A lighthouse beam brushing
A passing ship;
Reflection, introspection,
Stirring fireflies at twilight.
.
Savoring the quietude
Self visitation imparts,
I can bask in loneliness,
Sing to the echo of
Sublime moments past,
And recharter each memory,
Hoping all will last.
.
All the places I've been
Mingle with the faces
I've seen...
Running thru my mind
With the freedom of
Kids on Halloween.
.
The smoky movement
Of images that both
Surprise and satisfy...
(Astounding to feel)
Making me ask why
They seem so surreal.
.
The quietness of
Meadow-mind ensues
When I set adrift
Upon my sea...
Gently rocked to sleep
By waves of reverie.
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Connifer/@Copyright 9-2000
Connifer Connifer
56-60, M
1 Response Aug 10, 2010

Ode to the sleep I hope to enjoy tonight.. nestled in the comfort of my fondest memories while embracing the ones still yet to come to fruition... : )