I am the memory of the blue truck
Speeding down the road.
I am the dreamy vision
Of mist on Autumn fields.
I am that thing which once
Sledged through the snow.
I am all that has passed before
Every single moment
Some are lost
Some are still;
And unfolding in time,
The siren in the distance
Where once I sat, a child.
I am them all. I am so much -
That sometimes I wonder
If I am anything of Me at all.
Published on December 29, 2011 15:47