Where

Where is that morning memory
The very instant I wake up?
A memory that travels from mind to heart
In an imperceptible fragment of time.

Now this memory doesn't ignite feelings.
But it indeed remains
In my memory’s museum;
It’s become a mental tattoo.

I ask,
Is an emotionless memory
A memory at all?
Can anyone tell me?

A tree without leafs
Produces nothing.
A memory without feelings
Produces nothing.

But when the cold winter is gone,
Spring sprouts new leafs on trees.
When my winter is gone,
Will my feelings regenerate as well?

Time will tell,
Whether or not they regenerate,
Time will tell,
Whether or not it makes a difference.

Time will tell.

But for now,
I am free.