If Only The Past Is The Present And The Present Is The Past All Is Comprehended

 If Only The Past Is The Present And The Present Is The Past All Is Comprehended

 

With the wind

blowing in my face

And the hint of

rain in the air

The nascent night

descending

Memories of

times past

play around

in my mind

Alone In The Dark, Pondering

Alone In The Dark, Pondering

Alone,

in the dark

No one

To share with

To talk to

Pondering