Daydreams
there is a seekers' search, slyly sneaking past awareness,
that is bound by a yielding memory's consecrated consequences.
i've felt the force in feeling, the momentum in these creviced moments,
as i slip down the cloven pathways in my mind. my heart stirs every time.
these portioned pieces of film-like past, my memories of moments passed,
are bound to me by flightless feelings--steep emotions flailed while reeling.
it whips my soul and slows the spooling as my mind's eye slips into a cautious brooding.
why do i see this? why do i re-member? is it i that hold the reins of clouds of thought that drown like thunder?
in here, the past is present sewn; the embers weld the Mind and Soul.