My Past Returns

A tamer version of myself, I rise from day to day Fit for consumption publicly, in camouflage I play Memories deep, and memories stored, from oh so long ago Now sleep inside my attic walls, ephemeral they glow My current frame of reference… four always two plus two To the mundane I show deference, and do what others do But late at night I hear those sounds, now coming down the hall Remembrances to fill my dreams, my treasure out of pawn With sleep unchained and dreams on fire, I return to who I am And pray that on tomorrow’s eve —my past will come again (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)