Poem: Skin of Thought

When time swallows them quietly

And they vanish from your mind,

Where is it that they go to

Until their memory is recalled?

Without substance,

Like a settled breeze,

They disappear beyond the depths

To the same place where all ideas

Spring from and sleepily decay.

In this place of my birth,

Though I may not see you now,

We are wholly interwoven

Beyond time and space.

30th April 2021