I strain my eyes, peer through the clinging mist <br />My mind can conjure up strange fantasies <br /> surrealistic unrealities <br />I know are not real, but they still persist. <br />Perhaps in fact somewhere they do exist. <br />false copies of forgotten memories <br />arising when and how they please. <br />They have a power I cannot resist.. <br /> <br />Sometimes I comprehend the scenes I see <br />and other times I do not understand. <br />Impressions pass me by so speedily <br />Their rate of progress I cannot command. <br />I sense a strange familiarity <br />With things I glimpse impressionistically.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glimpses-2/
