Where Memories Flow Like Water
While sitting near a gentle stream, to while away the day,
Far from the chaos of my life, I lift my head to pray;
I look about this quiet scene, the meadows to the left,
The mountains back and to the right, the high, unyielding cliff.
Below a darkened cavern, where the minors dug their gold,
A cave now dark and empty, like my heart, a vacant stone;
"Why can't it be like long ago? Please take me back in time,"
"To simpler days I treasured so, when life was sweet and kind."
I bowed my head in silent prayer, that I might be returned,
Then suddenly, a flash of light, a crack of thunder heard;
My heartbeat raced, my eyes, they burned, my ears went slightly deaf,
Disoriented, for a moment, stood to catch my breath.
What force of nature had occurred, as daydreams overtook?
I turned to see familiar sights, but dropped to knees and shook!
For wonders of all wonders, as I gazed behind me now,
Was water rushing down the cliff, where none had been before!
I stumbled closer, rubbed my eyes, amazed at what I saw,
'Twas water, high cascading, from the giant cliff above;
Beyond this sparkling waterfall, through sheet, like falling rain,
I heard a sweet familiar voice, 'twas calling out my name.
I hesitated, terrified, but moved toward it still,
And saw beyond the water there, the cave was bright ... light-filled.
In disbelief, I entered then, beneath the rushing flow,
The pounding liquid rushing past, this luminous window.
Drenched and short of breath I exit, to another world,
As dreamscape there unravels, and this fantasy unfurls;
I hear my name, it's called again, I look from left to right,
I scan my new surroundings, as I try to quell my fright.
I'm here, in my old neighborhood, in times that were sublime,
I'm back nigh thirty years or more, transported back in time;
Perplexed, dumbfounded, "Can this be?", I turn from whence I came,
To see a fountain, not the falls, through which I'd heard my name.
And as I stood amidst the coins, in water to my knees,
I heard a softly spoken child, 'twas whispering her dreams;
Her eyes were closed, her head was bowed, a single teardrop fell,
Into the waters there beneath, the fountain's wishing well.
I heard her voice, quite clearly now, this tiny, little girl,
Was praying for a wish that day, a dream ... a miracle.
"Why can't it be the future now?", she whispered out aloud,
"Please forward me to better times, where I'll stand tall and proud."
"Away from all the pain I feel," she sighed, and then looked up,
"Transport me to a better place, where I can be grown-up."
Another teardrop graced her cheek, as slowly then, it fell,
And at that moment, tossed a coin, into the wishing well.
And from my reverie I broke, as then I heard my name,
The voice was loud and clear this time, I turned my gaze that way;
A woman so familiar there, was walking t'ward me now,
With arms outstretched, and gentle smile, I knew this face somehow.
I opened mouth to speak, but then, she passed me by and sighed,
As she bent down, embraced the girl, to comfort as she cried;
"My little one, don't run away, you had me frantic dear."
The woman hugged the little girl and rocked her through her tears.
"You'll grow up soon enough, my sweet, don't try too much, too soon."
"Some day when you are older, you will sing a different tune."
"For everything takes time, my love, just wait a little while,"
"The pain will ease, just give it time, we'll get through this," she smiled.
The little girl grinned back at her, and took the woman's hand,
And there beside the fountain, they embraced, and smiled again;
The woman reached inside her pocket, grabbed a little coin,
And tossed it in the fountain, wished aloud a final time.
She said the words I knew by heart, this wish she prayed, you see,
For there, reflected in the water ... stood my mom and me.
The memories came flooding back, they weren't such simple days,
But time had healed those little wounds, just like they would today.
I watched them as they walked away, myself and my sweet mom,
And turned toward the falling water ... back from where I'd come.