It visits the mind
Here in my bed where I rest my bones
It meanders through the avenues
Bypasses and fly overs
These thoughts of love
Here in my bed with me.
The mind like a sieve
Filters the moments and the fun
That I have shared.
It separates the hard times
Letting the good times leak
The feeling is good.
A moment or two visits the heart
Waters flow to it
For a second the heart is marshland
Where the feelings hold for a while
The reeds naturally filter the waters
What escapes is clean and aerated.
Lovely is the feeling
In the mind I recycle again
To recall each moment I shared.
Deep into the forest of yesterday
I journey into the labyrinth
The feeling is enchanting.
Thought after thought I journey
Deep and deep I go
For I remember yesterday.
I journey so far away
I am fast asleep