YESTERDAY AGAIN, TODAY

time is like rushed water from distant mountains
bubbling over, raging over pebbles and rocks
flooding over banks and indifferent plains,  
time is  the ever insistent tick tocks of clocks
 
and that time went backward today
it surged back through the dusts
of what was, again the brightness of a day
or days at least the lived time that was
 
the screeches and wails of a guitar
played well, strummed and thrummed
almost as if more than it could bear
yet the music was aesthetically performed
 
the applause was uproarious and thunderous
from the audience of one in a vast theatre
an enthusiastic shout of encores  
in the many enclaves of heart's cathedrals
 
the solo ride on crests of time's waves
ended when life's board fell, ignored
the skies were bluer than water colours
and sea grew green but the music died
 
time is rushing now again forward
it will push hearts and souls
towards what the future hold
but the date of today read my diaries
 
We were Poets, he and I.
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/90077-glass-to-glass-a-cheer-to-life/