Time
drags by so slow
As if the world has ceased to turn
Memories Discoveries
Again the past returns
Take me in you arms
Forget where you have placed me
Grant me human kindness
If only for a moment
This shelf on which I sit
Collects dust and shelters
Me from the world at large
We reflect the world we see
Alive blazing the spark returns
Alas it has laid dormant within
Itself is an allegory, brazen
Gifts from a black haven
