Lost and found
Rummaging through the shroud of mystery on the other side of the mind
When the souls are out on a rejuvenation trip to an unknown island this time
Was when i discovered a carcass of some latent desire buried in a time frame
Which seems like just that day from the past.
When I blew the dust off it.. I found
the pulse rate, the music, the smell of open sesame in the air, mist over that window,
the rocking chair, the inkpot, the broken tile were still the same.
All that changed is the time,
You and me
Written on Tuesday, January 11, 2005