When I close my eyes, the sound of a dog barking
becomes a soft rubber ball in the palm of my hand. When I roll my right arm, my wife is alive in
our kitchen and delicately chopping coriander against her bamboo cutting
board. If I keep my eyes closed, everything
around me—lamps, dressers, the edge of doors—everything is round and smooth.
My left arm is an infant slumbering beside me.
When I close my eyes, the nightsky is tourmaline and
the stars are brilliant inclusions.
But a little deeper inside me is the fading roll of
a guitar, the sensation of a breast against my shoulder, and a single river
stone pressed cool against my left foot.
And these are immortal.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Your blog along with Ariel's brought this song to mind...Both lovely sentiments this morning...posted this song on Ariel's blog as well, since I can't get it out of my head right now...
ReplyDeleteSweet, sweet memories you gave me. You can't beat the memories you gave me.
Take one fresh and tender kiss. Add one stolen night of bliss. One girl, one boy. Some grief, some joy.
Memories are made of this.
Don't forget a small moonbeam. Fold in lightly with a dream. Your lips and mine. Two sips of wine.
Memories are made of this.
Then add the wedding bells. One house, where lovers dwell. Three little kids for the flavor.
Stir carefully through the days. See how the flavor stays. These are the dreams you'll savor.
With his blessings from above. Serve it generously with love. One man, one wife. One love through life.
Memories are made of this; Memories are made of this.
Thanks for the comment, Pete. My head is often filled with songs, too!
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