“Jewels of the World

Memory

Where everything gains,
Where everything is lost,
Where light sleeps and
Darkness reins.

Memory

A footstep washed away,
An impression saved.
Where time knows no boundaries
and washes away.

Memory

A foreign thought
A forged lie,
A deformed way that
Can’t be bought.

Memory

A slipped flash,
Gone forever from mentality,
Encased in darkness and is
Nothing but a dash-

Memory

Compressed to specifics,
Denied of choice,
Of grace,
Left to the efficient.

Memory

An expectation of retrospect,
Penetrating mentality
And asking only
for respect.

Memory

Like the evening pond,
Encasement of treasures
to be held with care,
Before they are gone.

Memory

Something to be kept,
Never to be borrowed
Or stolen,
Or even to be met”
― Lacy Williams