Decanted brandy

a poem I wrote earlier this Spring.

 
I am happy sitting with my thoughts.
They are rich company.
Memories, like flowered wallpapers,
Hung when time was slower,
Decorate my interior halls.
Fading makes them sweeter,
The aging more tender.
Desire, like decanted brandy,
Sits on interior shelves.
Knowing it’s there, capped,
Makes my throat burn.
Travel is easy in this space,
Where dreams are free to take time.
Thoughts, beyond words, live in wind,
And carry me quicker than smell,
To sacred ground I once walked.

March 24, 2007