New Wind

I wonder if you still see me, or when was the last time you looked.

Have you turned the pages lately...bothered to look in my eyes

Did you know I'm re-writing the book?

The chapters seem to slip away now that I read them again,

Written at a time in space that seemed like forever,

and the story would never end.

The pages no longer reflect the light

that was shining on me at the time

The memories dim in the frayed edges of passing

and a new wind fans the fires that illuminate my mind.

So the chapters of our lives seem to change,

new ideas, new memories, new game.

I re-write the chapters while you look the other way;

and to you, everything remains the same .