Memory … J. Luke Herman

by J. Luke Herman

The strangest of dreams, Stirring in my head, Like a series of patchwork slideshows, The visions dance behind my eyes, Voices I confuse, Faces I squint to view, The moments I once lived trickling back anew, Like the pages of an ancient tomb, The remembrance of some long-forgotten memory, Fading on an ever-shifting canvas, In my old room as a child, Playing with a grandparent whose face I do not recall, Exploring the neighborhood with a nameless friend, Loving another whose love I do not remember, The strangest of dreams, Stirring in my head, How I wonder what moments will harken back, Back for a moment as time had captured them in my memory, Like the pages of an ancient tomb, Faded on an ever-shifting canvas.