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