Memories come crashing On the cliffs of real time Echoing Glad moments of time passed.... They come splashing on us Spraying us With the sugary Silver dust of the past Reminding of the hopes We dared When we treaded on their trails... Feeling bold To try Again to dream of Mornings and evenings shared In carefree mood.... Craving for more laughs.... And hugs..... How this time passed Cannot be grasped How the laugh once shared... .... now just echoes ....in the dark chambers Of events lived and recorded in the mind Having been classified As past.... Cannot easily be handled.... Certainly it was nobodys the fault.... It is the way we process time shared.... We may feel that we have dedicated enough We may fear that we would have to bear be too much By unearthing All the blocked emotion That has remained unshared.... Not felt....not dared to be lived.... It may be bravery It may be cowardice It may be many things.... But these fragments of feelings These pieces of events That plague our thought Indicate the loneliness We have been accustomed To dealing with.... Forgetting how it would have been If we were to try otherwise If we allowed ourselves to exercise In the skill of.... Being together.... And not apart.... The picture is from the Antikythera island in Greece One of my sons snaps
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 00:54:47 +0000
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