Dreams a window to the past
youth takes fancy to enfold the wise
wherein yesteryear is held hand fast
such as life in amber encased lies
People passing who feel and touch
across the miles time stands still
dimensional moment hourglass such
compared to a Dali canvas surreal
Reach out and speak a name suspended
seasons nought where nature’s free
physical being is supple and mended
reality exiled from the mind scape see
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
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