Fading childhood memories
worn down by the winds of age
are like dim distant echoes
or tiny baubles of proof
that slip from my awareness.
In this slow burn amnesia
ashes flicker and flutter
off the embers of my mind,
and I mourn my forgetting
of unaffected innocence…
And from the low empty spaces
I catch whispered promises,
softly uttered caresses,
assuring and reshaping
a new rendition of me.
