Past Times

Fleeting shadow-memories slip, wraith-like, o'er my
mind

Of people, places, special times that, now, are
far behind

Half remembered conversations, from balmy
sleepless nights

And the madness-fuelled emotion in
heated verbal fights.

A nigh forgotten face returns,
seen through the veil of years

Mainly happy,
sometimes stern, but never filled with
tears

Different places, different times, each with
their tale to tell

Of times when I soared to the
heights or, sometimes, where I fell.

Sometimes a
smell, maybe a touch, or even just a look

Detailing
every turn I made and every step I took

Recording all
I've ever gave and all that I've received

Noting each
direction in this life I've weaved.

Mistakes I made,
what I achieved, comes back for just a while

And what
I worried over then, now just makes me smile

On what
I thought I always knew, now I have to guess

As time
and distance seem to make my wisdom somehow
less.

Though I may know more now, than when I first
arrived

Much of what I learned before, has already
died

The age I feel within my bones is still yet,
undefined

For I'm as young as ever, (at least within
my mind).

The goals and dreams I cherished, have not
yet gone away

But simply wait, 'in storage', for
another day

While I sit here to remember, and find
myself resigned

To shadow-memories that slip,
wraith-like, through my mind.