Memory
08/28 2021
Could there exist a memory of something that's never happened?
Like how, suddenly, a face appeared that I've seen many times
Yet never before in front of me, except for in that memory.
But then again, what if she remembers me?
Would she at least believe me?
While fears linger in cold corners,
And ambitions fly too close to the sun
Our memories bounce around the tapestry,
And remain humble against that raging fire,
And outsoar that unrest we all bow before.
Does the firmament of time crumble beneath this weight?
The present, future and past extinguishing that eternal flame
Given to us so that we could understand that which we see.
I think it'll hold; after all, what about that young heart
That's lifted beyond its mortal veil, beyond memory itself?
Time will heal everything except for that outside of time itself.
Like how, necessarily, a face appeared that I've seen many times;
That everlasting smile, so bright, words like a winter's night.
Will it fade like the children of a wiser tribe,
Or will it echo against that vast, endless sky?