Time Travel
I hold three magic rocks ,in my hand
rolling them over and over and over
leaving reality behind far behind
I am reminded of you
it was 73 and I was a baby
being sheltered fro the storm of evermore
the journey had begun in vain
for history was meant to repeat
the soft idyllic flow of the fabric of time
allows comfort comfort me not
for I have been to the moon and back
with no mention of the future
and I been to the future and back
with no mention of the past
from east coast to the northern point
I shall travel the shores alone with your heart at my side
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2009
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