Memory Harvest

Dawn along the wirevine rows,

Silver dew on sleeping throes.

Fruits of faces, hearts in skin,

Breathing softly from within.

Wardens whisper every name,

Touch the stem like holding flame.

Knife of mercy, cloth of grace—

Catch the past without a trace.

Steady hands, steady breath,

Lift them gentle out of death.

Memory harvest—take and keep,

All the lives that couldn’t sleep.

Bowl of echoes, brimming light,

Pour them back into the night.

Memory harvest—clean and true,

What we lost returns as new.

Hold them close and let them be—

Ripen into living free.

Pith of laughter, rind of pain,

Seeds that spell a family name.

Juice of thunder on the tongue,

Songs we knew when we were young.

Scales of sorrow tip and rise,

Balancing the open skies.

Every bite restores a door,

Every breath invites the more.

Steady hands, steady breath,

Lift them gentle out of death.

Memory harvest—take and keep,

All the lives that couldn’t sleep.

Bowl of echoes, brimming light,

Pour them back into the night.

Memory harvest—clean and true,

What we lost returns as new.

Hold them close and let them be—

Ripen into living free.

Press the fruit and sing the year,

Let the quiet learn to hear.

Strain the grief, preserve the grace,

Cellar it in sacred space.

Cut—catch—count the rain.

Wash—bless—loosen pain.

Memory harvest—take and keep,

From the roots the voices leap.

Pour their colors through our veins,

Turning ghosts to living lanes.

Memory harvest—bright and warm,

Every heart a gathered storm.

What we reap becomes our art—

Shared and beating, part by part.

Memory harvest—bright and warm,

Every heart a gathered storm.

What we reap becomes our art—

Shared and beating, part by part.