Time’s Wind (It blows from the South here today)

Dreaming

Time’s Wind (It blows from the South here today)
A wind, time will never dissolve a story, not a chance
Those libraries of anecdotes we keep in us
Perhaps to write or share vocally on occasions
But we’re more time machine than book, for sure
How many times have you closed your eyes, and
Then gone to a future, or a past, or just stood
There in a checkout line and something triggered
A time travel moment caught on a wire (a breeze), a voice
On a wind still traveling from a past you listened
To once long ago, scattered; not, never dissolved
It’s always out there, your voice, your stories (your conversations)
Even long after each page flicks over through time
Forgotten, no, never by a wind, for its pages move
From place to place like a traveling library, only
To pause and take up company with those willing
Wanting to turn a face into its many books, stories, pages
To read, to listen, to live with the wind through their hair…

 

Pondered while soaking up, Hastywords    –   FAIRY TALE DISSOLVED

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