I walked into a wall
of fragrant wonder
in a room made for the past
dust and memories
line the walls
too much for us to count
history flows from every hand
passed to those who seek
to hold the life within their palms
of those who cannot speak
the looking glass it can see through time
a vision of what had been
a private window facing back
to a place no longer seen
but the clock runs out
the chapter ends
we are left to face our year
until next time
when I come back
I will keep your lives in here
Geoffrey Brett © 12/06/08
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