Music Memory

 

I weep for music at Sunrise,

Rainbow colored rays-

filling my eyes.

Trying to forget heartache,

As it weaves on it's way-

Like tentacles, reaching

To grasp and to break.

 

Remembering words, spoken softly-

So long ago,

I had fallen to the ground,

And, the blood did flow.

"The wound will heal,

But, the scar remain;

Remain, as a warning-

And memory to reign!"

 

As a wonderful man,

With dignity and grace,

Did scoop me up-

To his embrace;

While soothing my tears

He dried my face!

 

I weep for music at Midday,

Warm breezes to gales,

Walking, alone,

 through wooded trails,

Trails,marked long ago,

By children with dark eyes

Their cheeks aglow;

The "shine", still prevails-

In  family legends and, stories,

And, tales.

 

 

I weep for music at Sunset,

For fireflies aglow,

With marshmallows sweet.

Haunted stories were told.

Swift were my feet,

when firelight was gone,

For, I wanted to beat--

 "The Man With One Arm"!!

Lying in bed,

Branches scratch against panes,

Hearing loons on the lake,

And, an owl in the tree.

Playing ._. (dot, dash, dot),

 with Marilee.

 

I weep for music at Midnight,

Knowing, the "Past" will remain;

But, comforted by warmth,

As I lie, to see-

That "freckled faced" little one;

 Inside of me.

 

I weep some more--

Now, not for the lost--

But, for, what I have learned,

And, lovingly earned--

Not counting the cost.

 

I open the door,

For "Wisdom" to come,

With, oh-- so much more!!

 

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young  ©2004