Recollections of a Memoir, Simple--A Poem

Small spans of minutes measuring inches within eternity,
Worlds unfolding between two earlobes round,
Shaping time that eventually became destiny,
Searching each sequence for comfort and sound,
All fades and comes back into the arms of an afternoon swing.

All these are recollections from a memoir, simple,
Of a life not wholly lived yet,
Still in the outer grasp of bittersweet youth and beauty’s sweat,
Sits a boy not fully manly,
In a pile of years measured wealthy in circumstance.

Sirens warble honeyed serenades to,
Settled eyelids reliving the present past,
With pen strokes recording in black ink spread,
Wide and deep of memories sweet and sad,
Into expressions lined with radiant catastrophe.

Haunting lines of earth made visibly linear,
Onto lineages showing laughter learned,
Motions made immortal,
Words graphed from pieces of sweat, blood, tears,
Joy springs acquiesce.