Somewhere deep within ourselves
Are concealed many voices and memories
Many images we have forgotten
Books of miracles and songs
All memories of days bygone
Primary dreams
And each word of Father Mother
Said years ago
Wonderful world of childhood
Asleep within in the shadow of sounds
With us till the day of our death
Hidden within a net of words
And sometimes a waft of smell
Or a well-known sound or the end of a word
Renders to you a flowering garden
Brings you back to the beginnings
And once again you dream as a child
And once again you are innocent as then
And then again you remember each beginning
Everything remains.