As my mind’s eye
traverses the ether,
There is no halt: on, relentlessly on,
Mem’ries cascade as "Waters of Lethe"
O’er my furrowed brow of days long agone.
And there amidst an ever changing throng,
Like shifting sands upon the briny beach,
Familiar faces, in review, pass on
Into oblivion and beyond reach.
Yet, deeply etched in aural tones
Within the turbulance of mortal mind,
A voice, imbued with charm, stands out alone
As mute recordings in my soul unwind.
Once again that trusting familiar smile,
Augmented by true eyes of liquid blue
And a soft resonant "Hi", without guile,
Are on Memories’ Horizon tattooed.
