Memories

ah, sweet memories:
the music, the poems, the prose…
to feel such sweet reminiscence—
those rose-colored glasses, retrospect.  
How i relish such memories!  
They are treasures to be hoarded—
future death-bed consolation.
 
Here rests such a gallery of melancholic sweetness—
Mingling of sugary and tart to tease the palate…
This heart remains where it ought to be--  
pulsing, loving, reminiscing,  
still living every day
gathering fresh memories
safely filed away