The Arch of Time

In my daydreams I took to wandering; the byways of my mind.
Languid thoughts stretching, reaching for the past. Sightless eyes, deaf ears;
saw and heard all that had been said and done.

Cathartic rhythms surfaced, a little ways off the beaten track.
Perhaps a dream of dreams, a tantalising vagueness, smoke on the breeze.
A road to understanding; the backdrop of those times.

Tomorrow can come as it may; each day dealt at random, or slid
out from the bottom of the deck. A trick or treat of memories;
"For when I want to look back?"

R