A sight, a sound, an unheard voice,
Remembrance's velvet claws unsheath
An insistent rapping on the
Unsuspecting mind.
Still'd echoes unshackle
The chains of suspended Time.
In faint rumbling murmurs
Stalk and violate the consciousness
The dust off lost days is stirred
Like the faint rustlings of leaves
Touched by the infant breeze
Presage the storm.
A first stray, drifting thought
Arrays the splendour of memories
A multitude of choices blossom
Like buds with morning dew.
The strains of lost songs,
Innocently echo from beneath
The burden of accumulated years
In untutored crescendo.
A sight, a sound, an unheard voice
Transformed the music of forgotten days,
Lightened mood; Time forsakes barren Winter
In the embrace of an imagined Spring.
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