By David Roth
© 21 August, 2004
I stare at my computer screen
As images float by
A daydream of another world
Against gossamer sky
A background dirge of Ellington
The music of my youth
Drifts hauntingly above the din;
A timeless sage of truth.
The sight rekindles images
Of love in distant days
That could have been, or should have been,
Or best left slip away.
I see the mirror of my past
Through misty, smoked filled glass
The Duke waits for another train
And this thing, too, to pass
Is it perhaps, the saying true
That time all wounds will heal?
Or does time really wound instead?
Is that the thing I feel?
The brief cascade of memories
The slide show has revealed
Give questions more than answers
To events whose fates are sealed
And nothing here has changed today
Because of what I’ve seen.
It’s just another daydream
Whose bones have been picked clean
