I would travel to the places
that haven’t changed with the
scars (passage) of time,
if I could see with clarity
the mind’s beyond.
There are places that I remember
and times that haven’t changed
in my minds eye, but
I know I have not yet found
Reason to travel back of beyond.
But when I do venture through the folds of time
I see only what I easy find
Of salty cuffs and silent phones;
Measured silences and structured lones
Perhaps what is left is a memory
Of something that was, but not meant to be
and I wipe my mind's window eye
as gray trifle time rushes me by.
And then you come and see me be
In a land that is but imaginary
Maybe the scars are my minds own
And nothing in this nest has already flown.
June 3,2005
anasuya balla
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