Submissions by Bumblebat

I slip sideways through time
I stop, I rewind
I replay the memories
archived in my mind
blank eyes for projection
the film turns the reel
white noise from a record's
the soundtrack I feel
as my phonograph turns
with the grace of years past
obsolete in it's glory
but I hold on fast

the swell of the symphony
thunders through bone
memories flood through me
of the joys I have known
of loves I have lost
battles hard won
scars I wear proudly
scars that I shun
of days filled with sunshine ...