Ripples of time flow on the enchanted waters of my mind, yet the morning mist still covers most of the autumn shoreline for the beauty of its red and orange colors still hide from my every roaming eyes.
I sit on the water’s edge searching for the sun to move the mist away and bring on the days new adventure. But yet it evades me like that of a love given yet not received. My forget fullness seem to be more apparent a side effect of the medication I am on, yet sometimes it scares me on how much I lose in just a short time.
Memory flashes in my mind like that of a lightning storm over the horizons in Montana; Glimpses so fast yet soon forgotten like the years of yesterday.
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