I slip sideways through time
I stop, I rewind
I replay the memories
archived in my mind
blank eyes for projection
the film turns the reel
white noise from a record's
the soundtrack I feel
as my phonograph turns
with the grace of years past
obsolete in it's glory
but I hold on fast
the swell of the symphony
thunders through bone
memories flood through me
of the joys I have known
of loves I have lost
battles hard won
scars I wear proudly
scars that I shun
of days filled with sunshine
and companions long gone
that I still think of fondly
though my life carries on
I'll catalog each image
archive each find
as I sift through the memories
press stop and rewind
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
I slip sideways through time
I stop, I rewind
I replay the memories
archived in my mind
blank eyes for projection
the film turns the reel
white noise from a record's
the soundtrack I feel
as my phonograph turns
with the grace of years past
obsolete in it's glory
but I hold on fast
the swell of the symphony
thunders through bone
memories flood through me
of the joys I have known
of loves I have lost
battles hard won
scars I wear proudly
scars that I shun
of days filled with sunshine
and companions long gone
that I still think of fondly
though my life carries on
I'll catalog each image
archive each find
as I sift through the memories
press stop and rewind
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