ONCE...

I wander through my mind’s eye,

Lost in thoughts of days gone by

Strolling far beyond the present,

Across the threshold of my mind

There’s rhythm in the bustle,

Of the busy bumblebees

As the honeyeaters rustle,

To suckle blossoms in the trees

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A snapshot of my yesterdays,

Reappear from time and space

Of strangely painted faces,

In an unfamiliar place

Once, clothed in silken dresses,

Flashing blue and yellow trim

With satin, golden, tresses,

Flowing freely in the wind

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Once, a soldier to a Regent,

Once, an ancient Celtic Queen

Once, firstborn of Egypt,

Dressed in gold and sanguine

Sometimes I want to tarry,

In these wild surreal scenes

For my present self to marry,

With the past-self of my dreams...

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Perhaps we'll live forever,

But without past clarity

Past echoes only severed,

For the sake of sanity?

The journey of an old soul,

Is a human mystery

I am a key without a keyhole,

At the door of history…

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©️Wendy Phelan - 2020®️

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