As I sit alone

thought provoking

Sometimes as I sit alone
Watching the dusk descend upon
My private view of life,
Thoughts flood my mind,
Visions, my eyes,
Voices of yesteryear
Come easily to my ears.

How wonderful the complexity
of human memory,
Sifting into compartments
so many millions of impulses
from all the senses.
Burying deep those not necessary
for the fulfillment of survival.

Wandering into the chasms of the mind
sentimental times echo,
reminders of a lost dream of reality
that should have stayed forever.