I Remember

You are listening to, "Late Night Tales"
Welcome to the "Late Night Tale", story, "I Remember"
Written and read by me, Rick Holland

I remember the tone the sunlight made
Reflecting as it did
That first breath of late night morning air
The feeling that here was anywhere
And anywhere was kind
Plumes of smoke funnel overland and meet us there
As though, our late night tales joined to feed our breathing
And each breath kept golden remnants of a fireside tale inside
Safe but boundless
To hang like bubbles over us with each completed breath

Not born or dying, but reassembling the very air
A ceiling to our meaning, or spring for new sounds to bound from
No essential measure of beginning or belief
No escape and no relief, but safe
Safe as shapeless
Shapeless on a turning wheel of casting possibilities that change the wheel
The tick becomes imagined and steel to silk
I remember the tone the sunlight made
And each time it comes to visit, I remember
And taste and scent, and sense released from sense

The sense of everything as golden and remembered
Even as it slips into the course of these events
And this is my friend is home
Right here and in this tone of sun and fire and form
Where listening is a birth each time
And feeling creeps to embers
Notes suggest in emblems reminiscent of a nascent form of wealth
From long before gold could be held
When cold was felt and breath was celebrated for that very rearrangement
Of the air which placed us here