muted thoughts <br />in aspic territory <br />green lights <br />buzzing through my head <br />there is no other form <br />than this <br />travelling in time <br />as the fingers <br />of the labyrinthine mind <br />suck at the memories <br />which are housed <br />within <br />I travel <br />you travel <br />they travel <br />shouldering the issues <br />of childhood pathways <br />until old wounds <br />are erased <br />and we can breathe <br />in tune <br />at last <br />at long last <br />and we are whole again <br /> <br />31 July 2007<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/travels-through-the-labyrinth-of-years/
