On the edge of awareness a memory teases.
It does as it pleases
and dances away to leave you standing, just for the nonce.
Slowly you turn while the questions that burned
extinguish before you come 'round full once.
Confusion to wonder in three blinks till you blunder
upon another memory that dances and prances
just out reach.
A loving heart comes along with a familiar song
to lead you back to once known surrounds,
and listens, attentive, as you thrice regale an oft told tale,
while at the edge of awareness a memory teases
and does as it pleases,
then dances away once more
through the door