Awash With Memory Poem by Ian McArthur

What gentle eventide laps
to the edges of your soul and back
Some I'd go again, by happenstance,
again I'd swim, stare, recast this mould intact.
Who else here, of any among ye
who else is awash with memory?

These phantoms come and phantoms past
Surface without sound, smiles upon their lips
I choose, choose a candles warmth will last
Held in nostalgia I draw gentle, gentle sips.
Who else here, of any among ye
who else is awash with memory?

I am overflowing, and more I gaze upon ahead
the world so large beneath my feet, greater still the sun above
What unborn beauty along the way in certainty's stead
The future enraptures me, and holds me in its love.
Who now here, of any among ye
is looking forwards to another joyous sea?