meandering

meandering


dark are the alleys of the mind
aimless wanderings
amidst winding roads
who do I meet today?


the past rides along wisps
of time-eroded events


memories materialize at corners
some that have happened before,
some that never occurred, and
the dead are tucked deep within


the past haunts the hallways
of lights and shadows


dark are the alleys of the mind
a gypsy’s gentle tread
through bygone valleys
and who do I meet today?