Memories are alive and well

Somewhere out my view—

Beyond the distant wheat fields

 Her voice is coming closer

 Creeping in the sound of the pleasant rain

Seeking shelter in familiar places  

Singing the ashen benediction      

 That she loved so well

 Stronger than death

Holding in her bosom tales to tell

 Resting safe in daylight shadows, and

Moving the leaves of the weeping willows

 Stirring memories of bygone days

 Stories like the angel with eyes so bright

 Golden wings covered in a stronger light

 Whispering secrets in harmonic simplicity;

 One flowing breathless utterance to recall      

Hands of friendship resting on her shoulder

I can hear it all-- and see it once again

When she appears in the moment, smiling

Disappearing in the sound of the pleasant rain

Memories are alive and well