Wind
through the curtains
time unseen;
flowing
past,
what does it
mean?
To sit in
the chair
my
grandfather sat
so long ago
bringing
memories back
with merging
of feelings
time comes
together
as if ends
were meeting
and a day
were forever…
maybe a
lifetime
is but one
page
the script
runs together
regardless
of age
like a
flower blooming
a continuous
flow
maturing
then fading
after it’s
grown…
the breezes
keep coming
as the earth
turns round
yet I’ll
live in this moment
so rich, so
profound…
