Once so tangible and full of detail Now blurred to softness like watercolor ghosts What used to feel like yesterday now reminds that yesterday was a long time ago Like chalk in rain, only hints of detail remain Specifics are now impressions wrapped in a soft quilt of nostalgia I grasp hopelessly at the intangible like trying to hold onto a dream upon waking I wish I could return to the presence of those times To stand within myself and see again from my own eyes Feel again with my own senses Retouch the blurring lines like an old tattoo And return the vivid, Technicolor, stereophonic quality of those most precious moments In Kodachrome vibrancy on the mental reel to reel that are my memories Before time leeched them of their saturation Like a well-loved security blanket with its rough edges and snagged seams I handle these memories with adoration as I explore what remains of something so precious And sit in gratitude for still having them at all -gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 