To Create. To Live

The Color of my Memory

My memories of bright days

I smell over-ripe blackberries

And lonely, dusty roads

I feel sun warmed wood

And dry grass crunching

I hear such loving words

And melodies to melt my heart

I see the most beautiful sunsets

And gold leaves on green grass

I taste the sweet apples

And crisp, calm evening air

I walk for hours in any light

From my sun to my moon

My slowly tanning skin

And my bleaching hair

I remember feeling good

I remember the peace

I remember everything was alright

And I never worried

I always woke up late

And slept after midnight

Willow trees and daisy crowns

I remember how happy I was

I remember the bright days

Where nothing was wrong

When I could breathe

All the reasons for me to live

In one, compact thought

My passion burning high

And a hope shining strong

This is the color of my memory