Where do the memories go, I wonder,
as I am forever chasing after ghosts,
missing the simplicity of songs they sing.
I try to remember
when friendship was
with anything at all-
a beautiful rock
a good book
an imaginary being.
I try to remember
when religion was
sitting in the dirt
drawing circles
building twig houses for fairies,
feeling I knew all right things.
I try to remember
when first love was
a fluttery silken ribbon
trailing from, knotting with, tugging on
a dewy web
of unbroken heartstrings.
I try to remember
but all I hear is waxing silence.
Whispers, ever-fading,
as I wake from sweet dreams.
– with love, devonshire grace