Time Machine

TIME MACHINE We always try to build a TARDIS, in thinking we would look the smartest. But then, who's time would we travel in, with a choice for dimensional spin. A fragrance can take us back in time, or a perfect shade, or taste of lime. Our famed music is a time machine, in compositions from Bach to Queen. We recognize how to bring time to a halt, by following our bliss in things we exalt. New experiences will let us foresee, advancing in time with our visions to be. The Hubble is a magical eye on time, to take the photographs of our one verse rhyme. A brief look backwards beginning now to then, or from nothing to something and back again. Our future is such addictive dope, we read in tea leaves or horoscope. We expect we are aware with ESP, and predict in life what's meant to be. We're back in time with old photographs, that mark pasts, in graphic epitaphs. A sound will transport us to a place, with one vibration we've moved in space. We future trek with our imaginations, because we see forward with our creations. In our minds eye, we consider and admire, with envisioned futures of our hearts desire. By TARDIS, DeLorean, or a Quantum Leap, Tesseract, CERN, and our Visions in sleep. Through a Wormhole or the traces of a déjà vu, the past and the future, are present with you. By Edlynn Nau ©June 23, 2016