Semantics

Memory

The way smiles hung

from the trees in Summer,

and the soft white of the orange blossom.

Memory

Like notes passed between

elementary lovers and thrown in the trash

after they’ve been read.

I remember faces

both decrepit and radiant

under the sky’s banner,

while I laid among the weeds

searching for God’s face in the clouds.

I remember wispy and fragrant the wind

traveling like an invisible lance

cast from the bluish arm of Aeolus.

I remember my name

spoken on the spindly threads

making up the shaft

as it pierced the side of a mountain

and crashed down upon my head

crowning me in a set of clear jewels.

Memory

Sudden and then no more,

like lightning sheathed.

Memory

A tantalizing dagger in the distance

one mistakes for a ship

headed towards our dream ports.

I haven’t forgotten which road leads North,

I just can’t remember what I’ll find there.