I walked upon a memory dear,
Along familiar paths once green.
Beneath the stalks of grasses golden brown,
And twisting leaves so crisp.
I found our footprints once so clear,
Faded by time and worn from wind.
Like ripples upon a pond of glass,
Your voice rang as if you were near.
I felt your wisdom and love,
As rays of sun warming between the clouds.
But I now walk upon this shore alone,
Wistful as a leaning tree.
Our paths once entwined for what seemed would be eternity,
Now run a widening course.
You would read me books upon the edge of night,
And thrum so deep within your heart I knew the sound so pure.
I watch alone form that waves back at me upon shining water,
As I open a book and try to read.
Thoughts roll through rolling planes of imagination,
Connecting memories to the present.
Walking along our little pier,
Learning the names of diving and jumping fishes.
Glittering coins of gold dancing across faces so engrossed in the crawling ants,
Or chasing one another along twisting paths.
Now all is still between wind and root,
While words unfocused try and read back to me.
Thus is life with all its shifting facets,
As we ourselves grow with spaces between.
Only one thing remains a constant,
An open mind left to wonder at a thousand reasons why.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.