July 2011
2 posts
Heavy Memory - Grandfather
They sit heavily upon the shelf, Cased in brown leather, Guarding long hidden secrets, Thoughts of a man I hardly knew. He collected quotes, much like I do, Recorded thoughts of those wiser then we, A commonality with one so far away, Whisked away before his children came, Those with more right to them than I, His granddaughter, keeper of his scriptures. Symbols of a religion, That I’m no...
Dream Infancy
I dreamed. In my pre-infancy I dreamed. I remember. I dreamed without shape, without color. For I had not yet seen, or observed. I dreamed with out the influence of sight. I dreamed of sound, unaware of the word. I heard: a voice, a breath, a laugh. A world without words. I remember. Tell me not that I can not dream unaware of life. My Soul; my soul is older than my shell. I tell you that I...
