Tigression FuPoet at Large's blog: "By my words you shall know me"

Floating through the wind-tides of my mind

I pause now and then to reflect upon

That I was once long ago; and,

Through the mental haze that shadows

My mind's eye I perceive a

Visage of those long-ago days, coated, and

Perhaps, cloaked and covered with the

Trembling curtain of time.

A curtain that at times enhances

And exagerates memories of the past

And during other moments confuses or

Contradicts or contests that which

....I once believed was real.

Shimmering, scintillating, like a waterfall

Of whirling pearls, time cascades down and out,

Away from its beginnings; and

As it passes through its own space to

To the space provided for it...

It does not falter nor does it error; but

Continues ever onward, spiraling...

Onward towards eternity, its

Impossible and improbable end, and

On an even higher plane, perhaps

.....Its beginning.

It is the rare soul that soars more than

Just briefly, more than just a moment,

Long enough for fellow travelers to view him

And comment...or, remember.

Should I pause in my brief moment

To speak to you such matters here

To acknowledge that small part of you

That I have become or to note the

Large part of me that is you?

How straight does an arrow fly in one's mind?

Strainght as a sunbeam, gently arching,

Cautiously turning, angling ever-true

.....Towards the bullseye.