Times Momories

Time’s 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 Momories 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