i sing the songs of softest
memories …
the songs of time gone by …
the words to stories known so well that
float behind my eyes …
the softest words i hear at night
from wordless breath
the light that lives
within …..
i turn the pages of the book
i see within my
mind .. i listen to the
sighs …
the songs of softest memories of
lives and loves gone by …
Kurt Struble Writing 