I woke up at 4:30am this morning to the whispered sound of this poem's first line. And so, in the dark, I quietly scrambled through my nightstand in search of a pen and piece of paper. I scribbled down that initial verse and then the poem wrote itself. I had hoped to write one last poem before 2017 came to an end and .... tada!
Some memories
are seductively sneaky.
They slip away
from the receding tide of time
and are delivered into the present
upon the soft winds
of waking dreams.
