Memory

I think back to times
that I've never had any
conscious memory of
only feelings
when I feel them now remind me
of the time that we must've spent together
Piercing, watching
the ripples of the waves...
it's sometimes hard to go
back to a place
so beautyfull,
a place that I've never been...
only in spirit
do I know this peace
only in spirit I travel back
to all of the days where two
spirits without names
made memory real
I'll meet you here
this bridge between times
this bridge between lives
it's in memory
that I see this joining again


an experiment of sorts....words/spirit evoked from memory/ mental/ images