Misty Morning Memories

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There are days that never seem to end. Nights that seem to race to meet the breaking dawn, and mornings that reawaken long-forgotten slumbering memories that stir the waking heart and grieves the rousing soul.

MISTY MORNING MEMORIES

Al Garcia

There are days that never seem to end.  Nights that seem to race to meet the breaking dawn, and mornings that reawaken long-forgotten slumbering memories that stir the waking heart and grieves the rousing soul. 

It is the misty morning memories of lives and of times etched into the rings of time, that greet the rising sun, while images, emotions and reflections of silenced moments enflame the passions of a beating heart.  Misty morning memories always make my eyes begin to water and my heart begin to flutter.  Bonds forever made and linked by blood, by heart, by tears, or by mere coincidence or circumstance, melding and blending into shared memories that forever blossom inside a grieving or distant heart. 

Time may have faded or dissolved the tears or the longing of maimed or wounded hearts, but memories renew the disrupted cadence of interrupted lives and suspended dreams that never came to be, while the budding moments of this New Year consume the human mind and deluded heart with wisps of hope and rays of light to glimpse beyond the muddled plight left behind. 

Misty morning memories – like a burning candle in the dark.  Its flame of glowing light illuminating the radiance of intersected lives.  Each new moment refreshing and inspiring, as the dawning of the new day unfolds its boughs of pristine and unspoiled canopy of seconds, minutes and hours that bring together the days that follow, and the seasons that define our lives. 

Today begins with misty morning memories of lives cut short, and of hard and tumultuous times, etched into the hearts of broken mortal men, with the remnants of unspun spools of time left idle on hollowed fields of silenced hearts.

Although silhouettes and shadows of our past mystify and confound the arousal of approaching day, there lingers deep inside of us, the stirrings of the passion that used to incite and inspire the spirit that made us invincible and irrepressible. 

Misty morning memories – make me believe in the blossoming day, and in the indomitable dream etched into the rings of time that is undraped today for us to grasp and live.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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