Before my eyes
looked upon this Gaia,
before the cold air
pricked my skin,
before I was evicted
from mother’s safe place…
the angel kissed my brow
and locked my memories away
behind a firewall,
that diaphanous veil
we are not privy to peer thru
while traveling this unique journey,
lest we look upon Truth
and understand
and warn the others
to mind their actions
and even their thoughts
and especially their words.
I walk and talk
I create and destroy
I sin and praise
I laugh and cry
and am joyfully awed all too often.
I lust and bless…
and dream…
until that angel
shall kiss my brow once again
and I am called Home
with another cache of memories,
another suitcase to stow away,
grateful for all.
And then to be called
once again to another life,
--- if I so choose ---
to another mission,
another dream,
another kiss…
I will to remember.
