The Ancient Well of Memory

 
Come and drink from the waters of my memory
The stream will create a dream of wild imagination
You won’t believe your ears or your mind’s eye
They way I’ll weave and sway every sensation

I’ve been known to make mountains out of molehills
Turn a ripple in a puddle into turbulent oceans
See a spec of hope and light in the darkest reaches
Looking for words to awaken and stir up emotions

I’ve made frank confessions encoded in verse
Layers of prayers at times when I felt crossed
So that when the universe spoke back to me
The thrills of spills didn’t make me feel so lost

There is a maze of interconnecting narratives
That after more than thirty years I still explore
The recollections take me to paper and pen
Each and everyone one opens another door

A story is a tale each of us tell one another
To connect, to entertain, to pass the time
To leave our imprint showing our existence
The ancient well of memory of the mind