martes, 12 de febrero de 2013

Time passes

From time to time a thread from a past
life emerges
A dove landing slowly
Reminder that I had been
that I was
To pick the thread
To restore

from a backup,  sort of

Once in a while a memory
difuses into the consciousness
Self perception shifts
And become
Every now and then
A forgotten image lights up
Just before dusk light is