Past Centuries

  

Come lie with me
on a mattress
made tomorrow
my inner psychic
runs free
trying to gather
what I will borrow
futuristically
I see the bow
and arrow
metaphorically
you fire me
past all cloud cover .



You're a definite
part of I
you recollect
past lives gone by
you redirect
where navigators fly
you mainly always get
where others
failed but tried .  



What's gone
will always be
and we belong
where time's
to be seen
we're written on
pages now clean
we are
the songs
of past centuries .