Here a story travels

A moment to open my eyes to the various, unexplored
lines. Distance the pen travels to caress a few lines to
a passed memory. All the scribes do to place a few
stories on clean parchment.

Layers and layers build upon crisp ink. Slowly the
letters fade. When light exposes the created after
what seems like a thousands of years, one is very
hesistant to even breathe. To exhale would stir up
so much dust and release so much anguish.

Softly the blowing of dust creates scratches, etchings
upon stone and glass. So lasting they seem. How
different the tablets were in long gone years.

Holding a thought of faces that cross over my
memories. Stand back to allow images to stand
momentarily behind closed lids. Ah to expand the
file would only cause many questions.

All faces that are there, explained expressions make
smiles crease slight over freckles. Soft roses pressing
tightly bleed their color across lips and cheekbones.

Oh how I waited for the ink to cease on paper.
Thoughts, memories to fade. One by one the faces, the
stories wander off. I lose all that was important.
The meaning of those sights, the explainations hidden
but deeply felt.

Ah how fantastically amazing the mind is. All the
compartments inside. The many pockets that hold
information all filed for another day.

Still here in a memory the faces, the names, the
places stay. Yes I do see you here on occasion. Some
more than others. Then I pray to Jehovah that the
emotions attached are explained either now or down
the road. Giving me patience and a calming sense
of kindness.

Hold still, I do, long enough to say my thanks. Arms
opened wide awaiting my hug. Still I realize I only
have you, here, in my memories, in my dreams.

So forgive me, that I remember, that the tears fall
when I know hurt exists. Just in those exact moments,
when reality bites into soul I am taken off guard.

Backing up, I do because I realize Jehovah hold me
up. Gatherinng my scattered, frayed ends and
placing, repairing me once more. The woman you see,
the complete, positive and sincerely happy one.

Still I hope. Dare not be mad at me for that I hold you
inside my dreams. This is one of the reasons I keep
moving forward. That one hope. It is all I have besides
Jehovah.

So smile for me. Wave to me with your words. Speak
to me with your warm, kind surprises. Love me, here,
with your mind, in your memories, in your
thoughts.