A Memory

An image dances within my mind.

A hint of a feeling,

Misplaced by not body but time,

Brushes against my skin.

The sound rushes like wind,

Flushing my soul

With spirits of old.

People who have passed on —

To the paths that lay beyond —

Reminisce for a respite,

That exists in neither day or night.

A paradoxical duality I entered

Without my witting consent.

Slipping away before I possess

My facilities for a human caress.

Returned to the present moment,

I’m left pondering what inspired

The thought which just came and left.

Entranced by the mystics of the human mind.

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