I Know Where the Lost Years Are
The soul’s tread through Time’s Veneer Takes turns unending through places that were dear Circling like cobwebs soft as marsh And tapping toenails on rocks so harsh Dance in dreamworlds far and near Where old friends from memories appear Twirling in time-lost lover’s embrace Or standing still, while otherwise there’d be no trace For here is where the lost years are clear Like pages of a long-lost book, at which you peer And become again the child reader, fresh and new Touching pages heedless of the decades which separate you. You can come here heartily and without fear Or cross to dim places where you need armor and gear For as the years stretch and strain, becoming sparse Some pages are kind, some cruel, and others farce. Just know that whenever you cross, they are here And when to this dreamscape the music of memory may steer Dripping dewdrops dangle every face And form, and creature that time would erase.