Then and Now

 then is not now
but somehow
then,
surfaces for a
grasp of air
in present
memories.
memories.
memories.
if the then does not exist
how are we here now?
what was it then?
and what will it be? then?
then when?
and how?
is tomorrow now?
memories
memories
memories of
a child's hand
painted in colour
white curtains
that sway in the gentle breeze
and a moon as large as earth
memories
memories
of birth
linger
in the depths
of forgotten thoughts
mixed and mangled
in silver and golden thread
memories of soft sand
memories of little feet that tread
on fresh cut grass
and purple skies that fall into the land
red stone, red dust,
fireflies and broken bones.
citrus musk for smell
and warm smiles that are known well,
sandlewood beads
broken tile
i wish then would stay for a while,
for now is too material.