Were You Ever Hit With Memory
Were you ever hit with memory
From scent of familiar air,
In a flash - in just a moment -
When time had stopped to stare?
Did you ever feel immortal
Erect upon a hill,
Amid the grass that hits waist-high
Imagine daffodils?
Did you ever see between
Two mirrors
A quiet infinity,
That stretched beyond all
Pretension;
Might be ancillary?
Did you ever love another
More than life itself,
That mourning made an object of,
An image, still
A giant,
At rest upon a shelf?
Have you ever sat in wonder,
Your face in photographs,
Only later to surmise
Him standing there, staring down,
Too unhappy to laugh?
Or ever hear the silence
Provoked in awe of sound,
A voice
Uncertain, abysmally shy;
You thought it was a sigh?
Or lose your life to find it,
Surrender, less refined,
That when you fell,
He saved it, answering,
Carried you all the while?
Have you ever lived a moment,
In distant scent of bliss?
Were you ever hit with memory
Eternal,
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© 2013 Cynthia Taggart