Thursday, December 2, 2010
One Night
Flowers by Pastel b.
Leaning out the window one night I found a solitary star in the hazy sky. As I gaze upon it I was suddenly embraced with a warmth exclusive to fond memories. The lone star began its metamorphosis, star after star appeared until a celestial canopy canvassed the entire sky, evoking a distant place in my sea of memories, Cape Cod.
Memory can be moulded and sculpted; holding on to every detail is a burden. At some blessed point I decide to tread lighter. Some memories are special and will always be cherished but mere static should be jettisoned. As laps of waves take them further and further out, I feel cleansed with a clearer mind. What's left is a sense of benevolence and truly wonderful memories.
Be selective, choose to keep what and who's worth remembering, discard the flotsam.
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2 comments:
beautiful writing I must say!
Thank you, you are always so generous about my writing!! Hugs
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