Singing From Mem0ry

Singing From Memory

It’s a faraway poem without words

It’s a where you want to go poem, singing songs without music

An explosion of colours a way forward in the darkness

Each silent verse is a distant journey casting you upon a new shore

Leading you through dreams that spin weaves you beyond the horizon

Stroke by stroke

Her ‘Save me on a Sunday’ secrets unravel beneath salt stinging stars

Longing takes shape in the ebbing tides that take me to the misting indigo distance

She’s singing from memory to the tune of endless possibility

Memory becomes melody—It echoes in the hush between waves

A hush that lingers where longing and belonging almost touch

I am a compass fashioned from hope

She is a map drawn by moon’s light