SOMEDAY
Someday, in a while of time
Within the loss of a mile’s walk
Which brings you to the back shelf
Where lie, forgotten, the dusty boxes
Of forgotten dreams
A distant face will peer out and smile at you.
Someday, in this slow darkness
In an age of a distant dance of time
In wandered trance of musing spring-clean
Springs to mind a sad torn unfocused memory
A forgotten image
Which, cleared from dust, is recollected and you see me.
Someday, in a heartbeat’s skip
Meander is brought to a sudden reality
And, there, fondness of mind dwells on the pain
Of losing a love, once, in an age of misting lifetimes.
But I was always there
Waiting on the dusty shelf, in the memory of your mind.
