Dreamtime

Sometimes time loses meaning

And memories blend within 

Swirling into and out of one another 

Unbound, undefined, and unfettered  

By the trappings of calendar and clock.   

This beauty births a portal 

Where what was lost and loved 

Comes close again 

Almost to touching.   

Laughter of the departed 

Rings so clear 

It seems just passed 

So near 

As if they have only left the room.  

Dreamtime runs this way too 

Events are not confined to reason 

And although there are no absolutes,   

Our hearts know what we love 

And go towards it 

Unfailingly, relentlessly, regardless.  

*picture from lisaleo morguefile