Images Poem by Edwina Reizer

All the images that occur in my mind
have had me think of places.
I may not have seen them in this life
But then again my memory erases
where they are from or why they are seen.

Could they be from another time?
They seem to haunt my being.
Oh that I could remember
what it is I'm seeing?

They're all mixed up with love and death
and I confess my need to know
why they've surfaced in my mind
and why they never let go.

I remember the images mostly at night
right before I sleep.
They form water-colored pictures
and sometimes make me weep.

not from sadness, but from joy.
For the images have made me think
that they have surfaced for some reason.
So from them I do not shrink.

I want them to stay. I really do.
For they connect to who I am.
For I've known since I was very young
that life after death comes again.