This evening, when I found an old CD with photographs that got hidden in the cobwebs of time, I found nostalgia. The joys it brings, the memories it rummages are precious, don’t you think? The times in these pictures are all gone, the moments but a frail memory. Some people in them are gone, too. Just like that, with the next grain in the hourglass…
Allow me to indulge a little in nostalgia today with this etheree.
And pull strings
To pull at love.
Stand back, watch the sands.
Grains top the others, look.
Time adds years to timelessness.
Miracles abound, wouldn’t you say?
When more gets added to the more,
Memories made with every turn of hourglass.