DEAR DIARY
DEAR DIARY
I write from my mind and heart
not always knowing where to start
or what it is I have to say,
only that some force of gravity
pulls me back this way.
I am engrossed, it seems,
with star-gate dreams
which lead me to this unfamiliar
yet, memory shadowed land
begging the need for scrutiny;
as if I'd been here once before
and left its territory prematurely.
So here I am again, revisiting this place;
a space in time, past time, present time
future time, NO time!
It is a quizzical land inside my mind
and heart
and stranger indeed timeless for me to chart?
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