- Vol. 03
- Chapter 01
My Mind’s Eye in AutumnMists at the outer edges of my memory.
Flailing through a threadbare carpet of tears
seeking a lost regiment of friends and family.
Gathered together in November remembrance.
They are always there – conscious of my distress
or welcome signs of joy and happiness.
Showering me with poppy-red petals of hope and love.
I wait for answers from this gang
and view signs and portents greedily.
We are never apart in our apartness.
And I see their faces and hear their
voices as if from just across the hall.
We are symbiotic in each other’s company.
A rare manuscript of belonging on the right page.
I feel melancholic as befits the season
and rain penetrates my psyche with its
cold clingy and viscous quality.
I long for the sun to warm me.
I long to see familiar faces,
with their bright countenances.
Old souls colliding with the stars in their eyes.