Memories Murmur
And linger
How is it that I can remember?
Things I’ve never been told
Where do these memories stem from?
I want to come in from the cold.
I don’t believe in coincidence.
Old memories are smarter than that.
I walked up the street and asked whom I should meet.
An old memory with a welcome mat.
I know some live parallel lives.
Both are led down a similar track.
To experience old enigmas.
We never resolved it sometime back.
My mind recognises some situations.
In places that I’ve never seen
Was I here in a previous lifetime?
Come back to see where I’ve been.
Memories murmur and linger.
As signs, they show me the way.
Some for a transient visit
And others where I stop and stay.
There’s a smooth and special vibration.
When I’m standing in the right place
Like silk, there’s solicitude.
A spiritual space of good grace.
I now accept the places I’m taken to
They resound both with rhythm and rhyme.
And now I know where to go.
In the right situation and time.
©
David Rudder
2022
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