Memory box
18 February 2014
Leaves scattered free
From a volume of yellow
Untainted by pale death
As they fell out of oblivion
Haunting eerie melody
Played in my soul’s cage
By an invisible shepherd
As he beckons to the rise
Stillness springs to action
Unwinds what lay frozen
In the heart of darkness
A ray of blissful light flies
Shining through the void
A memory pierces through
Cutting the veil of shadow
Cast on our fear-clad souls
Slowly figures stir to dance
On the path of remembrance
A freedom long forgotten
Is at more than a second play
Souls’ fingers strive reaching
To a code of intricate Braille
Reading the forgotten lines
As a memory box unravels
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
Your poem, with the accompanying photo, reminds me of Harry Potter’s memory glass or bowl.
Wonderful intricate poem.
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Thank you Edgar for your kind words. I guess because like in Harry Potter’s glass bottles (or bowls – I forget), memory is stored to be kept safe for later retrieval though one might end up forgetting it altogether
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