With thoughts beguiled,
an innocent child
who grew up too soon.
Life begins and is over in an instant,
merely a flicker of the candle of time.
No reason to commit any crime,
just shattered belief and the thought of something better.
Now in the past, behind or to the left
depending on the perspective.
Over the shoulders and gone,
or merely a turn of the head,
back in focus.
To remind, scare and reminisce.
Pictures in an album, covered in dust.
Fingers touching, caressing but just
out of reach from what really matters.
Beyond definition, without description,
It sits out of sight, quietly sniggering.
It knows it all, far too much, triggering
long forgotten memories on a whim.
Unfortunately, only a few are good……
Steve B 03/08