From the Past
There is a woven vine, that grows
It grows between the centuries
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between two selves it has a hold
on me, and all my reasoning
Defying time that lies between
I've read each word between the lines
The tale unfolds, the words are mine
Bringing with them all the years
I can feel a sense of who I was
Words I spoke, and one I loved
is captured still within my soul,..
And though I spoke a different tongue...
Somewhere there played a different song
I feel the pull so deep inside
How strange and crazy, this may be
I know somewhere, away from here
Somewhere deep on different shores
The stars are meant to cross again
There is a woven vine, that grows between
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between the old, and now, the new
it has a hold, that I do know
defies all lucid reasoning
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For The Contest Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire "Past Lives" 6/24/14
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