Almost A Memory Poem by Krupa ...

Vaguely it's etched
In the depth of my memory
Like fog lifting at noon
Gracefully it swept
The shores of my soul
Listen to my heart
Wait to be told
Down in my being
A love so great
With a mysterious meaning

Captured in the inner chamber
Since before all time
A remarkable love
Only one of a kind
Felt but not seen
What can it mean?
Belonging to the heavenly
Sending distant echoes
Whispers are saying it's...

Almost a Memory...