Mind Song

You do not see where I am. Nor where I have been. Only the shadow... of my have been. In fullness of alternative realities I live and wonder quest dream. In sights mind sound a world by blind unseen. Where few dare flare alas leavened of life. Have ever been. I live with mindsong. The hand of yesterday’s child passing over dimension’s evolving change reaches out to touch me. Lingering in spirit moods relics dusted alive from out the past. The hand of tomorrow reaches back to grasp enfold lift carry. Dust off dulled eyes with dreams wonder yet unborn. Clasp unfastened at intervals gives sight images beyond between interposing door. I am child of both future past. Walking at one through byways. Lanes linking both ever in my present. Walking onward with a Heartbeat Apart just out of step sequential time. Resting on a moments difference. Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/