Friday, February 20, 2009

Savanna

Mother Memory

Her gaze is always passionate
The eyes one swirling sea
And long ago from consciousness
She weft the fate of me

Mother Memory
If our night is rest
Not adversary
Will you let me play the threads
Or view my aging tapestry?

My mind was not so ardent
Until you let me see
The spirit of your parchment
Is our history!