An expanse vast as the skies
and not a thing to call our own.
Yet, glimpses of love’s face
tenderly held at twilight and
the moonlit visage of a song.
Like rich, earthy fragrances —
the remembrances bottled up.
On long, weathered nights
when the errant moon slips
through a tangled mess of stars
Do you dab on a scent?
Do you have a favourite one?
An aroma can take you back to childhood, a fragrance, to a feeling lost in time. But have you considered the idea of bottling up memories like scents and neatly arranging them on your dresser like souvenirs?
On Sunday evenings, when the birds are flitting across a purple-orange sky and nostalgia creeps in, you reach out for a bottle and dab on a remembrance on your warm neck. Wouldn’t it be nice to take a whiff of a favorite memory? Wouldn’t it be comforting to inhale a moment?
2 thoughts on “The Scent of a Memory”
Yes, fragrance has to do a lot with intimacy and memories, most of the times we our lucky to have these pleasant memories….Wow, such nice thoughts you have penned, so cool.👍👌👌👌🌹🌹🌹🎉
Yes, grateful for the memories. : )