Or the coming along of a thought
We might contemplate eternity
For the memories, and the thoughts
Will never ever shrivel or die
Touch the thought of a star
Climb over the mountain top
To look down into the endless
Valley of your memories
Let the shoreline waters bathe
Your toes in your thoughts
Paddle out into their names
Revitalise your memories
Walk in the meadow, wearing
Your Friday afternoon fragrance
Which fills your thoughts
With essences of your memories
Lay down beside the river
Or on the frosted grass
Bring to life hedonists thoughts
With a boatload of memories
Listen to the music of your life
With thoughts of how and why
Which masquerade as memories
Of approximately when and where
