Remembers, maybe.

What are the memories, coming to visit us at night under the stars, other times sneaking with us in bed before sleep? What are they?
Maybe this is what they are.

Splinters of Infinity,
defying time,
reversing its arrow,
swimming upstream
the mists of time till reaching us,
wrapping us, blessing us
searching for peace
giving us their peace.

Shards of existence,
to hold sacred.