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.