When Days Turn Into Memories

WHEN DAYS TURN INTO MEMORIES

By Al Garcia

How sweet the nectar

Of a fresh new day,

As it ripens

To sustain and nurture

The imagination

That sees beyond the rising morning sun,

To forming and evolving

Seasons yet to come.

It is when days turn into memories,

And memories into dreams,

That time becomes

A measure and a treasure

Of existence

And persistence.

Days blossom,

Bloom,

And fade away,

Like fragrant roses in a vase.

But when days turn into memories,

Days thrive and flourish

In the brilliancy

Of captured time.

That defies the measure

Of moments,

Days, or seasons.