Untitled - January 9, 2002

Every smile 
seeps into the memory 
like a gradual pool of sunlight.

They tug at the heartstrings,
open and happy to be here.

Silence becomes a treasure
as each moment shared
becomes a memory that
is stored into infinity.

Knowledge sinks in
like heavy cream
filtering through
all the depths
of the self,
even as the knots of worry
untie themselves
in a flurry of words.