PIECING THE PAST
Memories flicker in the light
piecing the past we've shared
completing each other's thoughts
who owns which memory
Fathoms underneath
as the air becomes hurtful
how easily the words come
how easily the feelings re-emerge
how easy the night represents
all that has made us who we are
Remaining constant
a place from which
inspiration spawns creativity
thought determines reality
The blending of souls
has never been
so
effortless
Time has no limit
dreams no boundaries
for the dreamers
who tempt time
Futile efforts to
break such constraints
prove themselves useless
In the hands of love
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© Doghaus
10 December 2017
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