Memory Puddles

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
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