memories are echoes that live
inside the mind
poking and prodding at the present
needy and selfish…
my dreams swim within the vast sea
of time; past present and future
bits of one tune, sung over and over
until my heart finally hears its entirety-
I’ve looked for you, for so long now
my dearest beloved self
my dearest and closest lover
i hold my breath and swim for hours on end
hoping to catch a glimpse of your beauty
to touch your vibration
and merge with it
yet, trapped still, within this form
within this construct of the now
i am forced to sit and find peace instead
perhaps when i awaken from this dream
my heart will understand
that you’ve been here, all along
memory and echo hold no sway
within the timelessness of being