color of memories

A Poem by dotted

Tears created in word of imaginary figures flow forever in hearts that cling,

hearts that click to the ticks of loves tip; -

And in memories they reign,

in dreams they roam and in the Past Future Present they relive themselves in our memorial fringes….

Her Golden brown skin paints this picture…

A spirit child was born, - is born, founded in a family of spirit breeds…

In spring time she summons the trees, flowers and every living soul to mate,

soothe their despair unto the bosom of love… my love, -

But in my Past Future Present they relive themselves in me…

Sunrays arouse the gleam of her vibrant texture… and in my text she is Queen of this realistic fantasy, this contour of sublimity … she is Queen of this piece, this story- this probe I’m posing, probing to prose poems of her aroma… she is the booklet of full stop and commas, sentences engraved unto this page, pages of these rhymes and mimes,-

She is the oxymoron’s used to construct and reconstruct your understanding of this booklet, the mind that has mended and amended these paradoxed clauses to make sense of this Past Present Future that relives itself in mindless patterns.

She is text… she is my climax, my climate…. She is my climb mate, archived to curve my being… and now every mountain seems easy to pass, every storm faced seems swift, and every sickness sees so faint…-

I am the sea now that the Present Future Past has redefined itself… A life time of memories shall relive themselves…

And now my feet won’t touch the ground,

Now my feet won’t touch the ground that I’ve met my woman child…

My Past Prayers have yielded my probe have been answered

My Present fortitude Pleas counter fit this continuum

And my Future foretells tales of fragmented happiness…

In the color of my memories,

Lullabies are sung of her name…

Mother to the sun she is- spirit child- My Woman child.

Maletsatsi

You relive yourself in my memories…