Wednesday, August 22, 2018

the mists of time


The mists of time
It floated pass me by
The years I had seen it
The cool mist in the mind

Down in the memory
How the years came and gone
Leaving me holding the empty spaces
Where did the tales all gone?

I couldn’t tell
As I looked out the window
It was the sunlight’s shadows
Of trees and potted plants

The mists of time
There is no time traveller
If there is, he could return
Maybe he could change everything

Now I listen to the whispers
The cool mist in the mind
Floating down to the memory
Leaving me holding the empty spaces

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