(When You Remember)
When you think of me,
be it as the voice of a far season,
a springing after many frosted years,
or the first raindrop's long fall
When you remember me,
be it as a time of day unblemished,
a dawning through new windows, quiet
as the pause between heartbeats, eyes closed.
Kenia Santos is our Guest in the Imaginary Garden today, inviting us to channel the titles of Post-Rock songs. I chose Remember me as a time of the day - Explosions in the Sky, and wrote a Flash 55 for the weekend.
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