String of Pearls VI

In quiet hours
Does the distant voice of memory still whisper
And half-remembered
Do you realize it’s mine
For my heart is true and has not forgotten
And calls to you in my dreams so many nights

Perhaps one night you’ll forget to forget
Lost in the silvery call
Of a night bird’s song
An evening breeze and twilight
Will nudge your memory
And
In quiet reverie you’ll chance to think of me

Will you wonder if I remember

Seems what I forgot to remember
Is to remember to forget
For there was a time of possibilities
And might have beens
And I take solace there

And I still remember
You
Shimmering iridescent memories – yet, not as beautiful as your eyes

Dreams don’t speak to me with words
They move me with vignettes
Of everything about you that says
Always
To me

The light in your eyes
The feel of your touch
The crush of your lips against mine

But I have not kept the faith
With myself or any other
Where is the mountain I have climbed
The sky which I have soared
Or the cabin I have built on forested lakeside shore

Just the drifting smoke from bridges I have burned
Funeral pyres of my past

For where others have walked in the light
In moonlit luminosity
I have wandered in the night
And find myself a pilgrim and a stranger in a strange land
Bowing with the masses before the altar of convention

And yet

I would not die contented
Grant that I might dream yet one more dream
Soul still yearning in the dying of the light
Stretched at last upon the bed
Than die with remote in easy chair
Dead long before dying

Be one last time my dream

Where is freedom of speech to say what one would say
That I might see beauty and say in honesty

If but for briefest moment
My eyes met yours or you caught mine
"Kindred spirit
Beauty speaks desire
And I say this with a kiss
Than waste another word

Love me that I might live