BalloonsMemories rise like...
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Balloons
Memories rise like bright balloons
riding mind-born winds,
carrying the many selves I've been
across eternity.
Each a part of me no longer known
they have no strings attached to haul
them down
that I might touch their secrets.
Like kaleidoscopes, they change
as recollections fade,
and I cannot remember what I knew.
But memories know ...
and summon me to go where they have
been;
to know again who it is I am;
to share their freedom, riding on the
wind.
(From In Search of the River by B. Kathleen Fannin; Lima, OH: Fairway Press, 1992; p. 13.) -- Fannin
Memories rise like bright balloons
riding mind-born winds,
carrying the many selves I've been
across eternity.
Each a part of me no longer known
they have no strings attached to haul
them down
that I might touch their secrets.
Like kaleidoscopes, they change
as recollections fade,
and I cannot remember what I knew.
But memories know ...
and summon me to go where they have
been;
to know again who it is I am;
to share their freedom, riding on the
wind.
(From In Search of the River by B. Kathleen Fannin; Lima, OH: Fairway Press, 1992; p. 13.) -- Fannin
