Wander Aimlessly

WANDER AIMLESSLY

Let us go there , you and I
when the evening touches another sky,
a dreamlike memory may slide
across our hearts
to unite with the archaic, ancient moon.

let us slumber on the shores of a faraway land
in a sheer nostalgia
for a memory of a life we have never lived,
for an escape from the falsities we never believed.

These are the days when a lost thing in the sands
is miraculously lost and found in another life, another land.
My life comes floating on the wave
which I did not know how to ride
in this life I have known and lived.

It comes alive on the wings of a bird
who cradles it in its beak
like a new born babe about to cry.
Do you feel it too as the bird alights on my shoulder
and the flutter of the wings unfolds the doors of an imagined past?

Do not wander alone on the shores for the conch and the shells
to hear the sound of an ancient sea
carved on the empty insides
of those deep grooves
holding the memory of the past.

Invoke the magic portals of sleep,
slide into the dream with an open eye.
A whole world of a historic past, civilizations arising ,
their decline and fall
will incarnate before your eyes,
asking us to recognize
the edges and margins where we lived.

We have picked up the strand of this life from there
which perchance we may carry
into another time and another land,
seeking answers,
and losing them again
and starting all over the saga and the quest.


Image Courtesy +Anna del Vale Marti