Deep within the recesses of our mind
are little pockets
that store the essence of our time.
On odd occasions,
they unlock their barrier
and set some of our time free.
Things of what we’ve half-forgotten,
voices that we’ve heard from long ago,
love we’ve had and lost.
Times we wanted to remember,
but were lost from our memory
that have been stored
deep within the recesses of our mind.
11 June 2008
you have outlined this divine mystery does God control our memory flow?
Lovely penning David. We all have those places that we like to go and unlock the key to sometimes. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...little pockets/ that store the essence of our time.' is a magnificent line within a beautiful poem - an inpirational analogy. S :)