Touching places interiorly, causing memories to be
written on endless synapses and neurons - co-existing
with images musically.
Remembering past times with heart-felt eyes and senses.
Seeing childhood just as it was, nothing changing
except my aging even more, every time I go back in my
mind.
Lifetimes are held until death takes us away for ever, silencing our lives even in memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem