Like a package of unraveled mystery
Descending slowly with my soul
The journey into memories lost
And the mysteries now unfold
Like a pantry shelf with stories
Describe* my memory*store
Rows of deep* lost* fantasy
Only the reflection* that I see
The fleeting* glimpse of deeds
That enter* in my thoughts
And fire* up my memory
With a fragment* of love long lost

(c) Wayne Anthony