Light dances in memory —
Images form from ripples
Under closed eyes
Scenes resolve, dissolve

All the harvest of the day’s sights
jostle and arrange themselves,
parade
brightly down the path
that leads to dream,
weavings of pictures
forming themselves into story,
crafting a narrative
for the ambient sounds

There is joy in this,
Joy in the surfeit of beauty
that springs from each frame
of my eyes —
Everything, all day long,
So rich to look on,
Plenty to pour through my vision,
enchanting me
all through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2014