Wednesday Poem

AND MEMORY
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And memory is just a word

between meeting and moving

of the pen

of the mind,

there is no manual for remembering correctly

of the pen

of the mind,

somewhere waves and beaches meet

by the feet of a watcher dreaming in peace,

there silence and calm hold hands

of the pen

of the mind,

can I tell you a story in syllables

counting out each step to a song

sung among mountains and trees

of the pen

of the mind,

and memory is a friend and a guide

both touching the smile and tears that meet

at the doors of journals found among treasures

of the pen

of the mind.