Memories are like minnows
Small and vague as they float by
Only catching bits and pieces
In an ocean of thought and mind
Memories are like leaves
With fleeting glimpses at our past
As they fall away into the roots
Where we will reside as a memory too
Memories are like ants
Persistent and direct in approach
Yet they can be subtle and unseen
Unless you find tiny details, never before perceived
Memories are like grass
Easily swayed through the winds of change
Blurred together until not one stands out
And becomes a field of uncertainty
Memories are like rays of sun
Trying to penetrate through clouds of haze
Promoting ideas of brighter days
And always shining through in the end
Memories are like a grain of sand
Beaten by waves of time
Drifting peacefully by
Until dragged out of the water by the conscious mind
Memories are like the sky
Expansive plains of wispy remnants
Where distinguishing anything is arduous
An almost impossible feat
Memories are like rain
Wandering down from the frail grey mist
That dance on the edge of consciousness
Just out of reach as they plummet towards the cushion of ground
Memories are like the night
Glimmers of distant radiance
Majestic when seen from afar
Momentous and terminal in the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much! I worked rather hard on this one.