The Conjuring

The days gone by cry out loud,

The memories silently striding in company,

Patches vivid and others insipid,

Decorated with the tint of your presence,

A shade too many to recognize,

Colors too many to save in memoriam,

Still fresh though the day is in mind,

It was like a bolt of lightning- were you,

Shards passed through the eyes- a flash too strong,

Music playing in the background- so cool, so light,

A sudden jump in the tempo of life,

Nothing for an eternity and then all at once,

It was like magic for a believer,

And the question still spying out the hole of time,

Was it just wizardry or was it a conjuring.