Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

MEMORY

“The bridge is crossed,

so stand and watch it burn.”

Yet it rises from the dark,

the point of no return

promising the shadows

a chance to shine again,

knowing they are frozen,

forever vivid their smiles,

boys young and handsome,

dazzling in that moment,

hearts always yearning

for that which takes flight

from beyond the field

where flowers were picked,

babies teased and cuddled,

girls kissed and forgotten

a long time ago.

(Image: “A Disrespectful Loyalty” (May 1970-March 1973) and “The Weight of Memory” (March 1973 onward), Process: a blog for american history)