Wednesday, 23 December 2009


Through Time’s arches,
Tomorrow beckons
clean and pure.
It shimmers and shifts,
Nothing set in stone and
All is promises and suggestions of
What ifs.
Its mother of pearl luminescence
Slippery and scattering fragments of reflected today
Into confusion.
It is not yet concrete.
Not yet weighty Now.
It is merely the ghost of future memories
Mirrored in yesterday’s dreams.

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