Baggage

 

I remember the colours of my childhood

The frills, the lace,

The layers, the skirts, the blouses

 

They come to me with remembered sensations

Another world, another time

Dreams unknown waiting to be unraveled

But today the future of yesteryears

Seems a whole another ball game.

 

Different facets of love

Dreams of travel

Dreams of snow

Home is where the heart is

But the heart is playing truant

 

Magic dust and buttery wingsstars in the eyes

All in  a dream

Life is so far away

Fears and troubles

Crusts in the stomach

Not butterflies

Some moments that were

Made of butterfly wings

Powdery sparkling dust

So ephemeral- almost invisible

And yet so heavy and tangible

And today every moment

A huge cumbersome jaggged boulder

Immovable, crushing

 

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