It starts only as a whisper
From a distance, under your breath
Unheard, it becomes lost in time
But never to sleep, never to lie
Quietly pushing forward, on its own time
Patience, cradled closely against its chest
The warmth of a heartbeat, bringing life
Until the sound of a fallen leaf gently touching the ground
Sets in motion a convergence of time
A long journey home, it begins
While I stand still, silently holding my breath
Waiting for the sea swell to arrive
The voice in my head
Sounds familiar tones, luring words
An encouragement to drift to times long gone
Another chance to grasp
A found opportunity to connect
To the ink of my past that colors my soul
Permanent, yet invisible
Except when I hear that voice in my head
Reflections linger at my fingertips
Between sighs, just enough time to inhale
Seen through my eyes looking back at me
In front of me and the back of my mind begin to blur
Then and now overlap in real time
Clouding my next few seconds, in a haze
I wait at the crossroads of nostalgia and my next breath
Not knowing which will linger longer
Wind tunnels blow loose files
That catch currents down steam
Left, out of sight, not out of mind
Still surrounding my every day
Midnights in slow motion
The deafening sound of a moment turning a page
I wonder how I am able to stand so still
Yet in a split second
A blink of an eye
Yesterdays begin to pile up behind me
Unable to reach back
They fade
And I wonder if they’ve become wasted moments in time
*Originally posted June 12, 2015
Polaroids rest on top of aged letters
A collection of connections tied together with string
Overlapping memories evoke laughter and tears
Bound to each other as one
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Originally posted July 10, 2020
Breathless
Unable to see through the haze
Swimming in the layers of my memories
Images pass by
One by one my head turns
Watching my life in rewind
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Originally posted June 23, 2015
Background hints remain among the fringe
Soothing voices linger with each footstep
Obscure connections exist only in the grey
Sweeping leaves in whirlwinds, I remain
Harmony’s smooth surface
Reflections off the curve
Sunlight bounces from scene to scene
Yesterday’s mirror found in a random moment of the day
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I can’t hold myself back
Stepping into photographs one foot at a time
Poloroid frames no longer fit in my hand
The feeling of yesterday all over again
Paper cutouts flitter in the wind
As watercolored messages blend with passing clouds
Petals cling to childhood memories, releasing melodies into the sky
Nostalgia inhaled with each deep breath
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