Should I Ever Recall


July 6, 2016. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

Throughout the years,
there has been this breeze,
this breeze I call my own.
It follows me, where I may be,
this breeze I've come to know.
A sanctum for my memories,
that blow when I'm alone.
The keeper of my sanctity,
when winds of change have blown.

Throughout the years,
there has been this dream,
this dream was not my own.
Though I have seen this dream I see,
who dreams it I don't know.
Assuring me my memories,
are shared and not alone.
Floating somewhere on a breeze,
that visits me at home.

Throughout the years,
I have seen these things,
these things that I have known.
These things of dreams, once on a breeze,
this breeze I call my own.
These dreams I dream upon my breeze,
my breeze that comes and goes.
Today your dream, tonight my breeze,
tomorrow life unfolds.