Deep within the recesses of our mind <br />are little pockets <br />that store the essence of our time. <br />On odd occasions, <br />they unlock their barrier <br />and set some of our time free. <br />Things of what we’ve half-forgotten, <br />voices that we’ve heard from long ago, <br />love we’ve had and lost. <br />Times we wanted to remember, <br />but were lost from our memory <br />that have been stored <br />deep within the recesses of our mind. <br /> <br />11 June 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-the-recesses-of-our-mind/
