hanging on the heart

I remember when I could not remember anything. 

It calls to me—even beckons me to come back home. 

Thinking on it now pulls me in closer like a warm embrace

On a cold night when we were not expecting any guests. 

I want to show you more of what I know is there but hidden, 

What is right there, near, but invisible if we cannot open our eyes.

The times I cannot tell you of are resting in my mind, 

Hanging in the heart, where the soul and body blend. 

I open up a window to find mirrors everywhere, 

Forcing me to reflect on what Eternity I have been working toward. 

Do you ever contemplate the time when you could not remember?