Memory believes what the heart holds true,
A flicker of light in the morning dew.
It whispers of moments we cannot retrieve,
The fragments of time that we choose to believe.

Before knowing remembers, the soul still feels,
The brush of the past, the wounds it heals.
A scent, a sound, or a fleeting glance,
Can summon a world in a wordless dance.

The touch of a hand, the echo of laughter,
The shadows of dreams we endlessly chase after.
For memory sees what eyes cannot find,
A portrait of love in the halls of the mind.

So let memory believe and knowing delay,
For in its embrace, the past will stay.
A bridge to the moments that slip through our fingers,
Where the heart remembers and the soul still lingers.

Created by
MarkWaldrop 

Memory believes before knowing remembers.                                                                 William Faulkner