The Shadow Of A Memory

Ethereal, a shadow I become
Floating through sun and shade
A choir of pines serenades my senses
The breeze echoing each ghostly note

Every step seems an eternity
Now is the perfect place to be
Time reveals…the illusion it is
A solitary moment engulfs this lifetime

Am I a boy of six
Or a man of sixty
Who can say – certainly not I
I am timeless, just a memory

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