Scrapbook of Time


Like an unseen wind

Through wind chimes

On an abandoned porch


I hear the sound

As tears form in my heart

At the passing of old times

Into new


Once nothing had to have meaning

A child's sweet innocence

Seeing the world as they want to

Not as it really is


No reality

No today


Looking back

Times of long ago

Locked within my memories

A scrapbook of time

With snapshots of bliss

Only a child



My mind pleads to remember

To grasp shards of childhood

Before they slip through my fingers

And disappear



9:05 am