Connections
Connections in mirrors that aren’t there. But in reflection they shine like they don’t care.
Does mud and stone hold on to our memories?
At night when we hear sounds of decades gone, oh sometimes too clearly.
Starlight shows us places we’ll never see.
The trees rings speak of ages in which we’ll never be.
The oceans’ tides have witnessed our history.
There’s something in the air that we can’t see.
A glimpse between life now and of the past.
A split second triggers memories we hold fast.
Memories of lives in history?
Our we connected to the world in ways that we can’t see?
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