Memory

Mumbling memories move mysteriously through my mind.
Gradually changing ...
    shaping each other ...
    merging fading springing to life again

Bouncing, jostling, jockeying for position
The ghostly images mutter their half-truths.
A few conspire to overthrow reality.

Silently wafting through temporal portals
Mingling in the emotional atmosphere of the present
Their presence here
    a floral gift
    from a mental garden

Deceptive scents
Perfuming our past
With sweetly smelling lies