Memories of the future A quiet moment And two spirits leaning on each other Sitting on a couch As they silently reflect on the past The moments that created This memory of their future. Past comes tumbling in again Like walls caving in on a campfire The warmth stolen by the days before When the memory was merely a dream So far in the distance that the light from the candle Flickered and gleamed like a speck of dust Drifting in the sunlight. And reality takes hold with an icy cold grip Right now has arrived with sudden quickness Waking up that futuristic memory Or putting it back to sleep. The memory not yet existing But for the days before so rarely spoken of When things were right If only for a moment. Knowing each memory Without the name or reason And feeling its presence. When or where is no longer important Just recognizing the truth This is This was This will be And the memory of the future exists Like a blazing fire Even when it is hard to see beyond the darkness That closes in at the end of the day. Walls crash down As the vase hits the floor And hands repiecing that which fell apart So gently and tenderly Each piece placed where it belongs Or maybe not Just so that when the picture is whole again Mosaic and cluttered It makes sense to the two who create this Memory of the future.