Memories of time


the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory


lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story


what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change 


the stars 

in the night sky

constellations pass by

reflecting circles 

of inner thoughts

they intermingle and transmit 

off world signals

something we can’t find

lost in the void are we

trespassers on our destiny