Time lapse

The past sometimes is

Like a lost summer breeze,

Seductive in its abyss, yet

It is in that moment,

When the mind colludes with blank spaces

Ripping through the hollow of yesteryear

- Wherefore??

 

How many years have passed? I

struggle to remember a time in my youth,

Traversing paddy mountains

Greeting elders toiling on days end,

Planting for their children and their children children,

A future stretching beyond,

in as far as the eyes can see

in as far as the river flows.

 

I remember the beat of hope,

I had carried them over these mountains,

I hear them as lingering memories,

Over this field, that valley of flowing rivers,

Stringing mine to those of my ancestors of yore.

 

Children stomped this valley aplenty

They roamed free, carelessly

Through jungle path thick with hopes,

The forest schooled them,

Their little feet hurried, 

Their gaze to the sky that shelters them,

Far ahead was their destiny.

Through these valleys,

Within these mountains,

Memories are kept alive,

Hopes planted

For one day the children will return,

To trod again the path that led them 

there, and here

Because this now and then,

Belong to them,

Only for them.

Time passes.