Shadows creep and crawl across the essence of time.
Time echoes across and throughout my rhyme .
Life’s moments, lived on mountain tops, in valleys’.
Memories dance upon mirrored surfaces, never dallies
as the dance, ripples endlessly into the realms of eternity
where glimpses of, are but flakes of, what once was reality
Memories – not but a time machine
taking one back – the essence to glean
from that which a truth may be seen,
that living in and of the moment, was missed
and those experiences – goodbye is kissed
forevermore, only to be reminisced.
B. J. “A” 2
May 30th 2013