jammns

History now are the blue-skied times, lost in the
past to memory’s mind,
when the summer in December found us lazing at the
beach under palms with
flower’s fragance wafting through the breeze.
Replaced in present’s
ever-pressing now, a chilling change and waterfall
from beautiful, dark
clouds. To right I am returning through turns I’d
left behind – my heart at
home and healing, my love, my laugh, my life.