I Remember

[Intro]

You're listening to the Late Night Tales

Welcome to the Late Night Tales story "I Remember"

Written and read by me, Rick Holland

[Short Story: I Remember]

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

Flumes of smoke funneled overland and meet us there

As though our late-night tales joined to feed our breathing

And each breath kept golden remnants of the fireside tale in sight

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 to the course of these events

And this, my friend, is home

Right here, and in this tone of sun, and fire, and form

We’re listening as 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