This is a beautiful and touching reflection on the past from Peace Love and Patchouli. 💛
In deepest thoughts we wander
aimless and quietly into the forests of yesterday,
the heights shrouded in fine mist
and our memories hang high in the canopy tops,
barely filtered by the light of waking morn.
Staring into the grey shaded fog
as ghostly clouds linger casting shadows,
we reach in and move the images about
seeking meaning where we can see clearly.
How did we come to be here,
in this place where translucent snapshots move
in and out of focus,
the mind a panoramic camera with a cracked lens
distorting the sights
and bringing to the surface the sounds
of a deep breath exhaling.
As the tiniest twigs snap beneath our feet
a form stops to gaze,
with wide eyes waiting for movement
we linger in the past
then turn silently away,
move down the path unseen
leaving an echo of peace
in our departure.