Marbles

The touch, as light as a feather,
Barely there, but there all the same.
Soft, so soft, I can hardly feel it
Almost like the lips craving for the taste of rain.
The lights are dimmed, my eyes unseeing
Search for what they've searched so long.
The darkness is all around me,
I welcome it as the music of a song.
My breath is deep, my body warm,
My hands find the way instinctively.
I will not stop, I will not forget,
The reason that I guard so protectively.
Once it's finished, once it's done,
All that's left are fading memories.
I drop them like a bag of marbles,
struggling to catch the scattering stories.
Those that I retrieve, I hold on to firmly,
I will not let them go.
But, for now, I will not look behind,
Never will I stoop so low.