Dimensions (1)bySusan Dale Pressed on all sides with memories Behind yesterday and following it To replay the moments falling into rhyme Mingling among the hours of metallic moments We fall through time Its transparent curtains opening on our lost beginnings Backwards into dreamscapes too bright to look into And in the dead spaces Of a long night I looked back But you'd gone back to you Want to comment on this poem? Click Here to go the Literary Review Discussion Forum (for the subject, enter "Comment on Dimensions") |