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 30^th 2013