Not for glory, not for adulation
Just to make sense of myself
Endless dissertations
Volumes shelf upon shelf
Telling obvious truths, thinly veiled secrets
Exploring strength and knowing weakness
Keeping moments
Ink to page, or forget
Thought stains
Keep the memories fresh
Through fields of mirrored glass
Into the forest looking back
Into fractional space
Glimpse disjointed memories
Slivers of light in the dark
Needle points
Leading in to the heart
Hanging on for a second
Holding on to a day
Finality sets in
The memories fade
The odd dream of waking
Being somewhere else
Finding moments
Looking through the lost and found
Spring beyond the pane
A lost day revisited
Looking back
Picture shifting in a frame
Spring beyond the pane
The same old piece of glass
Limited
Fringed with wood and nails
Worlds hang out of view
I saw you last night, I called out your name
Passing out of sight, passing through walls
You were gone again
Shadow in the shade
Becoming one
A dream into memory
Remember me
The way I used to be
A few short steps behind
With all the world between
I used to wander the countryside, through the pines and the ceders
Greeting great maples and oaks, brimming with life
Occasional willows, walnut trees, birches barked in white
Giving way to little known meadows
Old places hid from memory, each a breathing echo
Deeply rooted in the past
Centuries standing either side of the path
Adventures, lost
Before satellite maps
Foundation abandoned
Stone steps to mark the way
Ascent to echoes, lost secrets of this place
Taken away
Taken to grave by denizens of old
No occupancy, save for mice and voles
Hidden in the cracks
Nesting in the ruins of memories past
I press my face against the glass, just to feel the cold
Memories from distant past, when I was ten years old
I hold the images, reach out for the sensation
Try my best to save them, frame them, keep them clear of dust
Frost kissed cheek, daydreaming on the school bus
Lost in thoughts of thoughts lost that I thought when I was lost
Pines greens, winter whites and greys all blended up
Dappled with orange light
Blurring by my window
My kaleidoscope of ice
Memories of colour
Grayscale days
Looking inward, seeking some escape
Away from reality
Away from sleet and ice
Remembrances of Summer
Dreams of warmth and light
Falling less slowly now
The days become a blur
Colour and sound
Echoes of laughter
Captured memories
Flash of a smile
Mind wanders as I travel the spiral
Eyes ever cast forward
“Future”
It’s only a word
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