A Trip Through My Memory

A trip through my memory can be a joy Or bring me sadness, pleasures or pain Never fading, the nostalgia remains. Soft reverie soothes me and luckily Time heals all injury Erasing the deepest misery Optimism will shine through As each being then toys with their token piece of magic. Pessimism is mostly a fear of the future Therefore we must remember that our hopes and wishes cannot always be fulfilled. This is however not as tragic as not enjoying the fleeting moments of a comrade’s support and goodwill. Taking the time to glance in a flower will bring Nature’s enrichment to widen our vision’s scope. With a golden point of view we will create a new thematic jest of wondrous excitement. If we stumble and suddenly learn it is worth every second as the thrill of our presence sweetens our hours. Then we will awake, anointed and aware beckoning simple maxims to construe peace from within like a soothing nocturne. In our natural and spiritual recluse we liberate our souls to graciously share our dreams of reminiscence and content. Giving of our inner selves so ecstatic with our gift of life free of despair. Needless worries change to intent of purpose releasing our tribulations. As our thoughts wander through the years we capture once again jubilation. We gave thanks for encouragement for this we will solemnly declare our gentile position of deliberation. From the first days of innocence to the enlightened streams of tears we follow our fateful ascent. Always holding the adorning experience close to my heart like a beggar’s prayer. Hats off to the dilapidated daydreamer who conceives his enchanted wonderments. His recollections are fine and extraordinaire which witnessed the meandering and delirious. Our imaginations wander through a dreamy landscape propelling our thoughts like a blatant schemer. Our fantasies envisioned the realms of dissent reflecting a childhood wish to flee and escape. Remembering our sumptuous intimate moments as we played prince charming with Miss Gorgeous. We sacrificed our discipline for the affair and preached promiscuity as life’s ornament. In a whimsical fairyland we masquerade to reshape reality with a buffoon’s expertise and magnificence capturing his persnickety manner and illustrious demeanor. All is engendered amongst the blessings which empower our separate minds in retrospect to perform and drape the curtain open for this fabulous form of the melodramatic. Reenacting our past adventures to the third eyes’ tower has given us access to this world of past consequence.