The Passing Years

When I reach within my memories
And search for those most dear
I find the treasured moments
From all the passing years...

Times of tears and laughter
Rain throughout my mind
Like falling drops of water
To a path they only find.

They trickle through my rivers
And flow in pebbled dreams
'Til all the drops of moments
Flood my heart it seems.

I wade out in deep water
And feel the pulling flow
Then swim through all the memories
'Til I can let them go...

When I reach within my memories,
And grasp the ones most dear,
I clutch them close like treasure,
Then free them with my tears...

By Sharon Frye