running past

Running through the past

Bound  by lines of photographs

of myself and others,

I find a timeline that is shaped within diaries of seconds leaping in time..

An image of myself upon an autumn day clearly stands out

smiling towards a dream,

holding onto a reality that became iceland.

Lavender and moss ,

an early frost ,

words in forms that only  the eye can see.

Inwardly I climbed

and sought the lines of colour

upon paths of a language lost in antiquity.

Lavender and moss.

leaves scattered upon the frost.