Remembrance

Mystic-memories Of the mind, So often take forms Incredibly hard to find - even harder to hold - For those days of old Move about, like favored scents on the breeze, And are as inexplicable As fall colors developing on the trees- They freely come and go As vague as fog upon the sea, So often they haunt as well as thrill The deepest parts of me- At times they'll blow wild As winter wind on the praire, Other times as smooth and gentle As the sweetest angelic fairy- Good or bad Hard or soft, I pray God To never let my loving memories Be misplaced, or forever lost.