there were days

days when the soft morning sun quietly woke
days when the quiet afternoon lasted an eternity
days when good books ended but remained forever
days when foreign languages made sense
days when cunning became kindness, vulnerability strength
days when reality eclipsed the boundless imagination of dreams.

there continue to be days

days when histories coincide
days when faint remembrances become clear
days when the fluid motion of events stop

when absence disappears
when memory ends.

– For more works like this, see Poetry