Memory loss

The light opens up as the steel gray eyes develop the motion. Holding steady, onto the waving, distant memories. A soft, delicate passing yet so determined to be rekindled.

A gentle sigh escapes as the heart thrashes. Oh how kind are the whispered breaths caress my mind. An agreed hope has been decoded. Though, through a cracked voice the image emerges.

An old creaky door pulls back into the cool night air. A soothing melody finds roots and continues to draw me to the beat of the flames. So careful are the chosen words. So blunt are the letters yet free formed are the emotions intertwined. Dancing a sacred step as the clear skies chap my pale skin.

I sway in the wind. The midnight moonlight picks up on the darkened Amber rays and remind me of the tickling hellos of yesterday.

Still none of this demands attention. Small are the stars at my viewing but shining bright they do, like my hopes decorating the walls of my mind. A slight tapping as the hand violently rattles and the nerves rage uncontrollably. So inconsistent are the ideas yet calm is the spirit. Indeed.

Still the movement of me continues. The growth of child to adult, charted. Scaling over the spent evening prior. One step forward, upon deeply engraved lines I cheerfully entertain a tiny leap of excitement. Just one second in time flashes, then ten minutes reappear.

A written experience.

Days, it seems, I lose abilities to see the solo night. Yet here I am standing in this field, remembering the finest detail. The last taste of the recorded moment.

The soul races to find, to grasp as the mind callously laughs. Spaces beckon inside the gaps. One by one the memories fade into a blunt blackness. Gone to another year's day. Passed into the empty scaled yards. Indeed a small tearful goodbye, I say, today.

Thought I remembered. Indeed I faltered and smiled.

The hope increased and found me sitting, staring at the darkness and praying. Empty words full of colorful designs viewed only on my mind.

A loss.