Myriads of Memories

Myriads of Memories

by Amy Davis White

Here is a woman's story, from her beginning.

I need you beside me To comfort, to guide me, For snuggling close to, For shield against those who Would seek to destroy The peace we enjoy. I only require you To let me inspire you; Allow me to hover, To watch you discover, To feed you, to greet you, Attempt to complete you.

I creep into the quiet crevasses Of your mind's meadows, for encastled there I am emancipated from despair, Protected from life's harsh injustices, And yet dependent on your comforting Envelopment. I bathe in your love's balm; Become entwined, enmingled in the calm, Close netting of your thoughtfulness. No sting Can poison, no arrow can impale, No stone can stun, no thief evade alarms, For I'm now safely locked within your arms, Convinced that my oasis will not fail. Yours is my fountain's form, forevermore My marble mountainside, my cascade's core.

I am the descant, you the melody. I am the beading, you the leather vest. I am the flourish, you the written line. I am the ornament, and you the tree. I am the carving, you the cedar chest. I am the lace, you are the valentine. I am the fretwork, you the minaret. I am the gilt, you are the Chinese fan. I am the graving, you the silver clip. I am the fringe, and you the coverlet. I am the tassel, you the ottoman. I am the figurehead, you are the ship. I merely decorate what you design. I have no purpose but to intertwine.

How can my world be brighter than it is? And yet each day Light gains intensity As if reflection teaches him to see Another faint bypath to add to his Innumerable courses. And each beam Caresses facets hitherto interred In unconcern, illuminates the blurred, Adds lustrousness, repolishes the gleam. I own only one stellar nucleus: To orbit him, revolve before his grace, To pirouette with daily constancy, To bask in his embrace --- luxurious! In all existence there's no safer place --- I know his light will always shine for me.

So few the moments are that we have been Enmeshed in being, separately entwined, Close knitted in the linkings of the mind, Composite incompletenesses, one mien. So short the seconds are in our brief scene When we've enrolled our substance in the bind Of covert coalescence, each behind The congruent identity we ween. And yet eternity may scarce suffice To satiate us with our nuclei, And timelessness may be inadequate For pinioning invisibly the splice Where you and I commingle. We supply Ourselves essentials, and incorporate.

I could not wish for higher bliss Than being here with you, Nor could I cope with greater hope --- Producing one from two. I had vast dreams, and now it seems My dreams are coming true. Whither you steer, I must adhere --- I've pledged my soul anew.

Our yesterdays are gone --- we are so fortunate. For though we erred exceedingly, years dissipate The burdens of our souls. Now we can ruminate Our past inequities, and then consolidate Re-cherished treasures. Now's the time to celebrate Tomorrow and our love --- they will alleviate.