Connected Threads

A poem

Digital Collage by Author, Copyright all rights reserved

Echoing time
slanted mirror
in the fields
whispers moments
back to me
as the sky starts to fade
I see the colored rocks
floating through
on panes filled
with withered flowers
collected at dusk
the previous day
their aroma
still scent the air
around us
velvet tattooed moments
etched in my mind
waiting for nothing
stealing countless memories
to hold
what felt good
I step into the stream
that is surely
quick to wash
away all my fears
guiding me back
to the authentic person
I use to be
before time and culture
got a hold of me
running without a care
freely moving through
your arms
that held me dear
form and matter
turn to dust
but a heart
fills with the closeness
of your touch
projected threads
connect the weary