Angie

  


Epochs are like a  
trapped pain
locked into hiding.
unable to be faced
Romany.,curious
are the crawlings of my mind
imagination
runs through nations
of an ancient , declined time  
do you recall the July skies
yes we were small
each one a child
but now it's all
a memory in the mind
you stood out tall
to balance the picture line .


Many lunar spheres
have arched the skies
writing out the years
as age inclined
we were physically nowhere near
but trapped in time
on seeing your image, it's clear
you've kept that smile .


Do you remember
the school yard
with all the yellow lines painted
many memories
way back far
from the late 70's , early 80's .