the floating sounds
come to rest,
lightly on my mind
like a frozen dream -
a place I've been before
roars to life and
consumes me
a thousand old hopes are
renewed, and I want to
be ... with her
all the should have beens
replay slowly
as I live them out
before myself
Copyright 1982 by James W. Troy
Last updated at 16:40 on 09 Sep 2005