Looking back into the tunnels of time
the debris of the past litters the ground
evidence of mis-spent years over spent
lost time and empty beer kegs uncollected
Yet there is a beauty in that past of recollection
the warm tones of nostalgia staining
the old brick work that defines the
narrow view of life trapped between walls
The past seems clearer and brighter in reflection
realities of the moment of endurance
are drowned by puddles of memories
harvested by gravity to the lowest points
The raindrops of the past fall to earth
most departing, evaporating to forget
those that sustain create illusions
dry cobbles curate pools of yesterday
- Ciaran Burke