Reflection

Reflection,
What is it?
From where doth it come?
Creeping upon
and without permission,
but how gentle the fall:
how precious those memories.

I think I'll linger a little longer,
no matter the hour,
my mind revists these spots in my dreams,
it is nice to sit and view them afront me,
reliving the moment,
yet still in the NOW
with my loved one I journey,
yet need not move,
together; picture after picture
we journey to the crevices of our memories,
tucked tight,
locked with only one key
thouself,
so no threat to worry,
reflect as you wish
as long as you wish.

Never release the memories,
hold fast to them eternally;
all the while never forgetting
that we are also the carriers of memories,
never drop them along the way
for forever they may be lost
just stop and reflect,
its not that hard,
and you'll find you might not want to leave.

ctrygirl 2009 dec