wind blows memories through my mind\
time recedes, I’m moving through
space devoid of time … in different
lands …

i’m in another place
drawn in as a sketch or

a figure etched in fog or
mist watching … seeing … seeing

the light of time past
stored inside …

Light from the past taken
still alive in that bubble of time

seeing clearly for nano seconds
but lived in once again!

The storied light of the past
alive within us all ..

through space
devoid of
time …

next to the timeless past
‘real life’
is a parallel universe …

a linear river of time,

boxed reality

separated from the past
by an impermeable membrane

impossible to break through
except during sleep

when past light bleeds into
dreams like wispy smoke and
we see by
the light of two

suns …