There's a little twitch
at the back of my mind
the stirring of a memory
I want to grasp it
hold it in my hand
examine it from every angle
searching for a flaw
did I scratch at life's surface
creating cataract of thought
is it to late to polish it true
give lambent light in memories view
or will wraith spectres ever haunt me
for the person I once was
in time's reflection
the inclusions of nature from long ago
when I was not fully created
into human form
©mallybward
M