Memoirs

Reading between the lines is passe...
I wander rapt through the pages...
The silent feel of a forgotten feather...
The faint scent of a hidden rose...
The mesmerizing glow of a golden foil...
A little blot...
Doggy eared with a small scrawl...
A tear, the tear and then a tear for the tear..
A smile, a while and then a while with the smile...
Mystic thoughts drizzle by...
Time stops breathless, enthralled...
Words speak, spaces convey...
The saddle of being blank, aloof...
Reminiscing the long long ride...