The essence of a time
captured within seconds.

Immortalised articles
that once told a story.

A story that won a space
within the pages of a book.

A book since then buried
and committed to memory.

The world blew air - soft yet unrelenting.
As if drawn from bottomless lungs.
Breathing life into leaves that once hung limp.

This breeze...
That I found oh so familiar.
It's the scent that catches me unaware,
my world would halt for a brief moment as
I'd stop to ponder the where, the when
and perhaps the who.

Sometimes I'd remember...

These days I'm afraid I'd cease to...

As the ink grows a tad eager,
the heart beats a little faster.
To free the catch in my throat,
is a folly that I never could learn.
And this fire in my being that has my tongue...
forever could burn.