Memories & Images

A poem in two parts, on the effects of time on the body, mind, soul, and the heart too, translated…

1. The Tracks of Memories

Walking Along a Darkened Wall

Against the Wind, and Still, Trekked Onward

In a Silent Corner

I’d, Squatted Down, to Listen, to My Own Heart Beating

And so, I’d, Differentiated Between Mine

Along with, Those from the Other Side of This Wall

The Countless, the, Already Halted

Or, that Last Pulse that’s, Lingered on

like this???illustration found online

Along the Cracked Edges, that Final, Heart Beat

This is, from Tossing & Turning in Bed at Night

Waking Up in the Middle of the Nights

The Few Lines I’d, Wanted, to Leave Behind

Actually, the Midnight Outside These Walls

Rushed Off, with the Cars that Sped Down the Streets

Leaving My Loneliness, in Between the Tracks

Like How it’d, Entered into the Walls

That Wall of Time, and within it

Turning, Trembling, Between the Blood Stains

Leaving Behind, that Sorrowful Song as the Guns Sounded Off

This, is How We, Enter, into the Tracks of Time, that Killed Off, the Memories

And so, there’s, that sense of, resoluteness, that finality of things here, and, just like that, our memories, left, NO traces, but the vague scent of it, like the slime those slugs or snails left behind on the ground as they’d, crawled across the pavements…

time getting away from our hands…photo found online

2. The Wings of Imagination

Underneath that Big Tree, Do Allow the Memories to Return

This is, a Journey, Designated, by Time

We are Already, Packed Up & Ready

Loading Up Our, Childhoods

Hearing Those, Laughter, Near & Far

Flipping Over that Book of Fairytales

The Sun Wrote Out Our, Entire Futures

In the Shadows Intertwined

The Wings of Imagination

Soared Away with a Song

The Song of Time

Singing on: We Won’t Forget

We Won’t Forget, the Blood Stains on the Sand

And Yet, those Wings of Our Imagination Already, Took Off, into, the Distant Skies

And Yet, Those, Distant Skies Started, Reflecting, the Tracks of Time

And here, there’s, that scent of loss, of losing something that we will, NEVER, get back again, and, that’s how time worked, isn’t it?  Once you lose it, you, lose it, for good!