Memories Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Like an old grandfather clock standing tall weathered in time we see a picture in our head clear and true, translated into words through the projectors of our mouths.

Tick Tock goes the hands of time each second a memory created.

Our memories taking us to happy places or darker times, like a time machine that starts and ends along our mortal portals.
Gageing the reactions from the audience before us the smiles, the tears, a look of concern.

Memories placed in the situations of the here and now, a lesson to be shared with humankind.

The surprise of a memory forgotten coming into view over our head's horizon.

Images, thoughts, tales the encyclopedia and we only you have the key to unlock its treasures.

Remembrance, recollection drawing from our story boards.
Time extending, people, places, family faces, the mental impression retained.

Once the memory recalled the tales told as if now written in folk law. We close the encyclopedia once more until we need its treasures once more.